At the same time, the rich purple Qi also swept away. With the nature of a wolf, he would never sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. The pagoda of gods had been absorbed by him. The black flame and the purple Qi twined around him and gave him a fierce blow.

"well, let's have a look at the innate Dharma of this palace." Zhao Jie's face remained unchanged, and an ancient breath permeated his body. The boundless darkness swept back again, not the power of border, but the soul of Zhao Jie.

the twelve palaces of pure Yang are pure light converging, enveloping the darkness with light....