While roaring, everyone took action together, and various magical techniques and magical powers burst out.

"Buzz!"

Liu Ziqi's expression was indifferent. He suddenly stepped forward, and a vague magic seal suddenly appeared behind him.

This seal is in the shape of a compass and is marked with dense ancient characters.

These ancient characters are not manifested at will, and the arrangement of words and sentences is like an ancient heavenly master! In the center of the seal, there is a stick similar to the hour hand, constantly rotating.

It's just the rotation speed, very slow.

This is a fate cultivation compass, only fate cultivation can be condensed! "Just rely on you people?

It's just a group of mobs!"

"In the eyes of those who practice fate, as long as they do not get their true fate, everything is an ant!"

Liu Ziqi's expression was indifferent, he was born cold and cruel.
Chapter completed!