he evening, and instead, he encountered strong fighters from the Mingjian Gate coming to seek revenge!As for Jian Lao in front of him, he is a high-ranking member of the Mingjianmen headquarters!He po...Soon,

Another month has passed!

Lin Feng's tribulation is still continuing,

However, the battle between Zhao Chenyang and Tianling Emperor turned into a three-way fight!

In this space,

Another terrifying creature has appeared.

As soon as this person appeared, they immediately attacked Zhao Chenyang together with the Heavenly Spirit Emperor. Even though Zhao Chenyang was powerful, he found it difficult to withstand the attacks of two Tier 4 experts simultaneously. He was forced to retreat again and again, looking embarrassed and helpless.

This scene made many cultivators' hearts skip a beat!

All their hope rests on Zhao Chenyang. If Zhao Chenyang fails, there is no other way but to die!

Who are you

Zhao Chenyang stared coldly at the mysterious expert who had suddenly appeared.

"Fang Mo!"

A mysterious expert uttered two words from his mouth.

"Fang Mo"

Zhao Chenyang's mind raced, trying to figure out this person's identity.

Then, as if struck by an idea, his pupils constricted, and he uttered a cold rebuke:

"You are one of the greatest traitors in ancient times among the human race. You practiced the demonic arts of the Demigod and called yourself the Formless Demon Emperor, Fang Mo!"

Once this was said,

The whole audience was astonished!

The Wuxiang Demon Emperor—Fang Mo, was originally one of the great powers of the human race in ancient times, and also the master of the super Dao lineage, the Wuxiang Gate, at that time.

But during the ancient cataclysm,

Fang Mo, however, was led astray by foreign races and betrayed his own kind. He slaughtered countless cultivators from the human race, causing immeasurable hatred towards him.

"I can't believe it's been so long, you still remember me!"

A smile played on Fang Mo's lips.

He is very handsome, like a cream boy, and time has left almost no trace on his face. This style is unparalleled, enough to make countless women scream!

You traitor, you're still alive!

Zhao Chenyang said coldly.

"How could I die Fang Mo is destined to exist with heaven and earth. Only you hypocrites, with your lofty ideals, would die young!"

Fang Mo's words carried a hint of sarcasm.

To speak of betrayal with such freshness and elegance, you are indeed a rare breed!

"What is betrayal I was born a human, should I bear the burden of saving humanity Ridiculous, naive! In this world, only the strong survive, understand" his gaze and looked.Then, a man clad in black emerged slowly. His frame was stooped, and his skin was as wrinkled as the bark of an old tree!The old man was emanating a very strong aura of death.And...