"How did this kid practice the Nine Yang Divine Art?"

After all, the Nine Yang Divine Art is the nemesis of the Xuanming Divine Palm.

"Wuji, don't hold back, make all your efforts!"

"Yes, dad!"

Zhang Wuji responded, and his strength exploded in full swing, punching one after another as if he was hitting a sandbag.

When he stopped, the two elders Xuanming had already turned into two dead dogs.

Zhao Min looked gloomy and asked at Mo Ziming: "Now, Master Zhang can tell the third thing, right?"

"The third thing is to advise the princess, you are a smart woman, and you should see the general trend of the world clearly.

It can be asserted below that the Dayuan will not last long.

If you don’t want to end up miserable in the future, it’s best to give up your current identity. It’s not a happy thing to be happy in the world…”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min's face was gloomy and she didn't know what she was thinking...

One month later.

Mo Ziming passed the position of leader of the Ming Cult to the White-Browed Eagle King, and then returned to Wudang.

At this point, his mission of playing in the Heavenly Realm finally ended successfully...
Chapter completed!