The battle in the ancient Devil's well (8)

"Who are you?"

Lu congzi and Xing were both shocked.

Bei Jinghong ignored him and looked at the Saint weapon in his hand. He made a few seals on it, and a golden light flowed.

Yunxiao's heart trembled. He had been refining the Golden Wheel of the Magic Tree for a long time, but the mark on it had been wiped away by bei Jinghong.

Bei Jinghong turned to look at him and said sarcastically,"Saint artifacts aren't something that just anyone can play with." With that, he headed straight for the regional wall.

"Bei Jinghong! You!"

Lingmu di also saw the change and exclaimed.

Bei Jinghong grabbed the Golden Wheel and turned it. Suddenly, a golden light flew up, covered his body, and touched the regional wall.

The golden light was like a drop of water. It melted into the regional wall without any obstacles. Then, bei Jinghong's entire body slowly merged into it.