"I depend on these three demons. They are not only powerful but also cruel and vicious. They are really talented people. They can practice to the realm of demons. It seems that the cultivation skills of this demon sect are really based on his strengths. " Looking at the cultivator falling like rain, Yang Tian's eyes are straight, muttering to himself. A thrill in my heart is also a loss.

Yang Tian's best hope is that the immortals and the demons will fight each other to death. It's better to hang up together. The final fruits of victory are theirs. However, the Buddha's bald head has not yet appeared. When...