The three elders of the Muju Tribe were beaten into blood mist by the Son of Heavenly Spirit, and with the power of the divine wind blood, they rushed forward with one shot.

He took Mu Yi Shenzi directly and wanted to pierce his head.

At the critical moment, a terrifying force struck, and with a bang, the Son of Heavenly Spirit flew out upside down, spitting blood from his mouth.

A black figure appeared, his aura surged, and a strange aura filled the air. As he raised his hand to suppress it, the Son of Heavenly Spirit was knocked out again.

It's not that he's not strong, it's that his cultivation levels are too different.

"Mujin tribe, how dare you."

The Son of Heavenly Spirit was covered in blood and looked very miserable. His eyes were unwilling and he couldn't help but yell.

"Noisy."

With another blow, the Son of Heavenly Spirit was suppressed, and a black magic weapon instantly penetrated his body.

The Son of Heavenly Spirit never expected that the Muli tribe would surrender to the enemy?
Chapter completed!