"Crazy, all crazy!"

Shang Bohuai was speechless. He didn't want to fight these lunatics.

Chen Xuan did not rush up immediately. He just watched as the token fell to halfway, and was held in his hand by Ming Nanchuan, the leader of Tianxing Sect.

"Ming Nanchuan, hand over the token to me!"

The injured Xiao Zuo shouted loudly, and his blood swept towards Ming Nanchuan like a wave. Ming Nanchuan only felt his breath suffocating and had to come out to fight! But it was more than Xiao Zuo who attacked him. Ming Nanchuan had just caught Xiao Zuo's "Bloody Battle in All Directions". On the other side, I don't know which sect leader of the evil sect punched him. Ming Nanchuan let out a thunderous blood, and the token came out.

"Son-in-law, let's join forces to grab it!"

Shang Bohuai saw that all the powerful men in the Martial Realm were injured. It was his and Chen Xuan’s excellent opportunity. His figure immediately turned into a shadow and grabbed it before the token.

"idiot!"

Chen Xuan scolded Shang Bohuai, and at the same time he exerted a fairy spirit to help Shang Bohuai block Master Luo's fireball technique.

Shang Bohuai didn't expect that Taoist Master Luo, an old friend, would attack him for the sake of the token.

But what Shang Bohuai should consider now is not the change of Taoist Luo's face, but the siege of the ancestors of the major sects.

Although these sect leaders and ancestors were seriously injured, more than a dozen powerful men from the Martial Realm attacked each other, and their power was still extremely terrifying! Shang Bohuai's face changed suddenly. Before he could throw out the hot potato, he attacked the shocking attack all over his body.

"Zheng!"

A clear sound that penetrated the hearts of the people, Shang Bohuai plucked all the strings of the Erhu piano, and a circle of invisible sound waves rushed in all directions, barely blocking the attacks of most sect leaders and ancestors, but there were still a few scattered qi hit Shang Bohuai.

Shang Bohuai's face turned red, blood surged into his throat, and almost spit out. Lu Wuji, who was less injured, came to him in a blink of an eye. A false call caused Shang Bohuai to answer, but Lu Wuji's purpose was naturally the token in Shang Bohuai's hand.

Shang Bohuai was seriously injured again, and his response was not as quick as Lu Wuji. The token in his hand was grabbed by Lu Wuji. Seeing Lu Wuji turn around and flee, a fireball hit the door of the secret room, causing Lu Wuji to force him to stop.

Taoist Master Luo is obviously a master of fire control. Not only did he use fireball techniques to force Chen Xuan to be unable to rescue Shang Bohuai for a short time, but he also stopped Lu Wuji's escape.

"The Little Transfer Order is from this Taoist Master, and no one can take it away!"

As the loud shout sounded, Master Luo used the wind escape technique and came to Lu Wuji. His right palm shone on Lu Wuji's face and slapped it across the air. Lu Wuji saw a small bead in Master Luo's palm wrapped in an arc that was faintly visible. He immediately shouted something was wrong and could only flash sideways based on instinct.

Boom! A loud bang came out of the secret room, scaring the disciples and disciples beside Tianchi looked frightened.

The sound of the explosion was so amazing, as if it was thundering on a sunny day, and the sound was extremely terrifying.

In the secret room, everyone looked at Lu Wuji, but saw that Lu Wuji's face was pale, obviously affected by the explosion just now, and his vitality was severely damaged. The token fell to the ground and was picked up by Taoist Master Luo.

At this moment, Taoist Luo held the token in his hand and stood proudly: "Who else wants to try the thunder in the palm of this Taoist priest?"

"Thunder in the palm of your hand?"
Chapter completed!