A terrifying palm print shot toward the sky!

Wherever you pass, the space trembles!

Xiao Zining didn't ask any more questions and looked into the void.

"boom--"

The palm print seemed to have hit something, and something seemed to have been shattered.

But in the eyes of everyone, there is still nothing visible.

Xiao Zining came to the Poison King Sage, clasped his fists towards the Poison King Sage and said in respect.

"Junior Xiao Zining has met the Poison King Saint!"

As soon as Xiao Zining said this, several old men in the crowd immediately exclaimed.

"Poison King Saint? Is he the Poison King Saint who dominated Kunlun five thousand years ago and finally fell because of saving Kunlun?"

They immediately knelt down and worshiped the Poison King Saint devoutly. They had lived in Kunlun for nearly two hundred years, and they all heard about the history of Kunlun.

The rest of the people were even more shocked. They didn't want to believe it in their hearts, but even Xiao Zining said so. The words coming out of Xiao Zining's mouth were inexplicably easy for people to believe.

Everyone knelt down and worshiped the Poison King Saint.

The Poison King Saint frowned slightly. He didn't like being treated like this, so he waved his hand casually.

Everyone was lifted up by a magical force, and they looked at the Poison King Saint with even more admiration, even catching up with Xiao Zining's throne in their hearts.

"You, come with me."

These words were spoken by the Poison King Saint to Xiao Zining. Immediately, a gust of wind blew by, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Xiao Zining had no choice but to follow.

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Upper Realm, Yan Family.

Looking at the Tianji mirror that had lost its image, Yan Zhengxi squinted slightly.

"It seems that I have been discovered."

This lower realm gave him endless surprises.

First, the death of Yan Qi and others, then the discovery of the immortal body, then the appearance of the mysterious man, and then the annihilation of the entire army, it was really a surprise.

Yan Zhengxi spoke coldly.

"Mr. Wu, follow me to Murong's house."

"yes."

Mr. Wu lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

Several clan elders looked at each other in confusion. They knew what Yan Zhengxi wanted to do, but as of now, they could only do this!

Several other forces were not willing to give in and began to take action one after another.

In an antique house in Ning Zhiguo, several beautiful figures stepped in eagerly, but after they saw the three extinguished soul candles on the sandalwood table, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

They were unusually calm, their eyes as calm as water, but only they knew in their hearts that their anger had been completely ignited.

Leng Xian's hand touched the three soul candles and she closed her eyes tightly. Even though they were murderous and cold-blooded, there was still someone they cared about and a soft flesh in their hearts.

But now, their soft flesh is covered in bruises.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and those pupils were like demons in the abyss of hell, extremely vicious.

"You guys, just go with peace of mind. My sister will definitely avenge you!"

Leng Xian was the eldest among them. Seeing her six younger sisters die, she was heartbroken.

And all she can do is kill their murderers and comfort their souls!

Kunlun, in a mountain range hundreds of miles long, two figures, one behind the other.

Xiao Zining's face turned pale. He had just recovered a little spiritual power and was about to run out. However, the Poison King Saint in front still had no intention of stopping and was moving extremely fast.

Xiao Zining tried his best to barely see the back of the Poison King Saint.

But Xiao Zining had just been seriously injured and his spiritual power was exhausted. The unhealed wounds on his body had opened again, and his spiritual power was flowing away like running water.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing, his eyes were bloodshot, and his soul was in intense pain, but his speed still did not slow down.

Xiao Zining's vision went black for a while. He was numb with pain, and the last trace of his spiritual power was exhausted. If he continued, he would only be able to burn his essence and blood.

Fortunately, the figure of the Poison King Saint no longer moved forward, but stopped in a dense forest ahead and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!