"little martial brother, the battle is going on in the South Bank of Chishui. We are located a hundred miles away. Hurry up..."

over the South Bank of Chishui, where the thunder is shining and the water is surging, millions of ghost immortal friars are shouting and thundering. Each piece of magic weapon is flashing in all colors. If the rain is torrential, it will sprinkle towards the sea area tens of miles ahead.

"bang! Bang! "

the heaven and the earth are shaking the deafening roar, and the circle of gray flash ghosts and evil spirits are scattered, and they are rushing towards the distance infinitely.

tens of miles...