"Brother Qinglian, hand over the holy weapon. With your strength, you cannot save this holy weapon. Otherwise, don't blame us for joining forces to attack you!"
The Shura flag was floating around the third son of Taiqing, emitting a halo, which further added to their momentum. The three pairs of eyes stared at the ruler on Qinglian's hand.
Meng Wanli had nothing to say, but his aura was even more intense, and a shadow of vast mountains and rivers enveloped his side, and the strength of the half-step Golden Immortal was fully revealed.
"Haha, the third son of Taiqing, Meng Wanli, since this ruler of the Pluto has reached my hands, there is no reason to hand it over. If you have any means, you can take it out, I will take it all!"
Qinglian is not showing any weakness. He has nothing to be afraid of now. He is in his hands. Although he is besieged by others and does not kill the enemy, he will still have no problem protecting himself.