Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

About thirty paces from the Sacred Mansion, two extremely tiny dots were moving slowly forward. 。If you were to get closer, you would see that the two spots are actually two figures radiating with holy light. They are Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun. 。It was only because the physiques of the two individuals were, compared to the Holy Mansion, truly diminutive, that they appeared as mere specks. 。Both Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun's faces were somber. Every step they took forward, intricate patterns appeared beneath their feet. 。At this time, they would take out a talisman from their storage bag and strike it onto the ground. 。With a deafening roar, the lines shattered and vanished into thin air. 。,The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。,Nine Dragons run simultaneously, in terms of momentum, enough to overwhelm a Step Saint King. 。Soon, the golden chariot of Jīn Bù Lóng caught up with Fang Yi and Dong Liú Jiàn Zūn, arriving beneath the Saint Mansion. 。Those powerful Saints from the Dao Prison Realm and Zi Mansion Realm were left far behind the chariot. 。。