"What a strong momentum." Xiao Xuan secretly evaluated in his heart. This momentum was not something that the monk Tongda could send out. Could it be that the information was wrong? There were also powerful people in this desert city. Thinking of this, Xiao Xuan shook his hand again. The Taoist Devouring Bottle fell into his palm. No matter whether you are Tongda or Yuhua, today, you must die.