The blood rays soar into the sky, and the sky is dyed deep red, like hell on earth.

There are countless powerful cultivators imprisoned in the cage around. Ordinary creatures are too slow to recover the Evil Ancestor. The Hongmeng can only capture powerful cultivators and let them speed up the Evil Ancestor.

Mingqiu frowned: "Brother Fu, I think Han Jiangxue is playing with us."

The white-haired middle-aged man next to him disagreed and said calmly: "I control Han Jiangxue's life and death. She dare not do anything randomly, don't worry."

Fu Long is very confident.

He is the great elder of the Hongmeng.

Both are strong men at the peak of the Sword Saint.

Suddenly.

Both of them frowned at the same time.

The deafening sword roared.
Chapter completed!