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825 One use for the head(2/2)

Sometimes things in this world seem to be beneficial but not profitable, but they seem to be advantageous but disadvantageous.

Although the Seven Star Palace is a powerful tool, it is held in the hands of seven people.

When you are using this weapon, don’t forget that someone has been hurt by this weapon.

This is a kind of sorrow, and for the True King Yuheng, it is also a sorrow that he cannot tell.

At the same time, in the dark hall of Kangcheng, thousands of miles away.

In an instant, dazzling white light burst out, just like a scorching sun falling into the hall, and a majestic spiritual pressure poured out from it.

"Who?"

The old man in red robe was shocked. The four figures that had just disappeared made him at a loss and didn't react until now, but the disappearing change continued to come.

"Hongxia, your death is coming!"

A palm broke through the air and shone a golden light, like a golden dragon poking out its sharp claws, with invincible terrifying power.

"puff!"

The old man in red robe had a cold belly, and a palm pierced it inside, and took out a golden elixir with bright rays. His ferocious facial features appeared on it. His old and ugly appearance was not exactly him.

"Who are you?"

The old man in red robe looked in disbelief. He looked up with difficulty, but saw that the light had dissipated. A majestic figure walked out quietly, and in his palm, his golden elixir was quickly dimming.

"I am the head of Wuji Sect!"

The figure walked up indifferently, staring at him with cold eyes, as if he was staring at a dead person.

"The True King of Wuji?"

The old man in red robe opened his mouth in horror, and blood suddenly gushed out. He reached out to cover it, but it seemed like a torrent of breaking the dam, but it could not be stopped, and instantly dyed his whole body blood red.

"good!"

The figure stretched out his hand like lightning, and a dragon roar suddenly came out. The hand turned into a golden dragon claw and poked it out. He pinched the neck of the old man in red robe, as if he was grabbing a chicken to be slaughtered.

"Your master needs a gift, so..."

Before the words could be finished, the hand moved slightly and a crisp sound came, accompanied by the sound, and a cold and frosty sound came.
Chapter completed!
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