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Chapter 85 Seven steps on the sky, forming a formation with a single thought!(2/2)

Isn’t it just a fourth-grade elixir?

It seems like they don't have it!

However... they really don't have the pills that Jun Shilang personally refined...

Everyone's eyes were red.

Envy, jealousy, hatred!

If the Black Dragon hadn't had the unfathomable strength, they would have rushed up to take action long ago.

This guy is really hateful!

It’s nothing to get the benefits, but you just want to show off in front of them!

Isn’t this intentional anger?

"Black Dragon, don't go if you don't want to go."

Suddenly, Jun Shilang's voice echoed throughout the Tianmen.

It was like a strong wind sweeping, and the plants and trees were swaying.

The black dragon's expression changed drastically as if he had seen a ghost, and it turned into a ray of black smoke and disappeared quickly.

"Master!"

"Look, that's the ancestor!"

The secret realm is open.

Aura swept across.

I also sensed it at the same time by relying on the Taoist sect that lives on Wudang Mountain.

Tens of thousands of monks raised their heads at the same time.

At this time, Jun Shilang was walking towards the sky as if he was stepping on a staircase.

Every time you take a step, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth will shake violently.

After taking seven steps in succession, the entire Wudang Mountain began to shake.

Then, the sound of the secret bell sounded like the sound of the sky.

A brilliant pillar of light rushed straight into the sky, and a surging cloud air flew out like a dragon.

The long dragon dances in the sky, the dragon roars in the sky!

The entire secret realm was covered by clouds and mist, and the already abundant spiritual power increased further!

"The ancestor... has set up the formation?!"

“So strong!”

"Seven steps on the sky, a thought becomes a formation! Oh my God, the ancestor is really unfathomable, like an immortal god!"

Compared to the excitement of Tianmen, the Taoist sect was completely dead silent.

A formation in one year!

How can they compete with such an immortal and god-like existence?!

It is difficult to return to the secret realm!

Qing Lingzi looked at Jun Shilang in the sky and clasped her hands tightly.

"The ancestor of the Taoist sect... it's time for you to appear! Otherwise, how should my Taoist sect deal with itself in the future?"

"A great secret realm is occupied by traitors!"
Chapter completed!
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