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Chapter 850 Jin Zhanxu(2/2)

But not many people can agree to this request.

He said that Wankui Palace was not your enemy, but when he took action, he showed no mercy.

He stretched out his hand and the Evil Ghost Sword appeared in his hand.

The creation demon python exhaled cold air slightly.

Whoosh.

The ghost puppet in the late stage of the Holy Realm appears holding a cold wave halberd.

Yuan Li was urged into the array.

Buzz!

The power of the formation permeates the air.

Blood Soul Refining Formation!

Although the Blood Soul Refining Formation was impacted during the last fight, it did not collapse.

"Haha... As expected, every one of them couldn't cry without seeing the coffin."

Jin Zhanxu sneered.

Whoosh whoosh!

Six figures rushed over quickly, and they were two masters of the fourth-level spirit catching team among them.

Including Jin Zhanxu and others, there are a total of nine people in the late stage of the Saint Realm.

Surround Lin Ye heavily!

"Five Yuan God-killing Formation!"

Seeing this, Lin Ye didn't wait for the other party to make a move first, and immediately activated the Nirvana Gloves, directly heading towards the strongest Jin Zhanxu and the other three, covering them.
Chapter completed!
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