"Futian is not worth it." Master Dali looked at him and spoke.

Ye Futian saved him, it was not worth it.

"Is it worth it because of me?" Ye Futian whispered, feeling in pain in his heart, step by step, the terrifying aura in his body was released, the Dao Fire burned the sky, and the wind and clouds above the sky were changing.

In an instant, Ye Futian's body seemed to be about to be swallowed by flames, but his eyes still fell on the national master, and he walked forward step by step towards the area suppressed by the pagoda.

"Boom." A terrifying flame god of war shadow condensed and arises. The Taoist fire above the sky seemed to appear with an illusory face, as if the Emperor Kua was coming to the world and was summoned.

The roar sound came out, and Ye Futian's body became huge, creating the Chonglou Dharma body, becoming bigger and bigger. The huge body released the bright sunlight, which was arrogant.

The people from the Dali Dynasty looked at this scene in shock. He could really exert such power.

At this time, Ye Futian's breath was already in Nirvana. Is that the strong Dao Fire really able to burn and kill Nirvana-level existence?

"Dong." After stepping out, Ye Futian stepped under the pagoda. Suddenly, the light of the pagoda fell down, and the powerful killing force followed his body, as if to smash his body.

"Go to do it." Ye Futian looked up and looked at Li Huang.

Emperor Li looked cold and looked at King Tianlu, and the magic weapon controlled by King Tianlu was the most confident.

Even though Ye Futian's power is comparable to Nirvana at this moment, he still cannot escape the fate of being killed.
Chapter completed!