The best master in the world.

At this time, dusk had fallen.

The Lotus pond.

Countless paper money swirled and scattered like a heavy rain.

Jiao PU's face was ashen as he folded his fan. Not far away, Bai Kuang was like a damaged porcelain, his body full of cracks. A moment later, with a crisp " bang ", he exploded and turned into ashes!

"How's junior Brother Wen?" He turned around and asked.

Not far away, Lu Fujiang shook his head slightly and sighed. &Quot; "His soul has dispersed, he can't live."

Beside him stood Dong Caiwei and Junior Sister an. The two women's clothes were stained with blood, and Dong Caiwei had two wounds on her arm. Both of them looked miserable. The only male cultivator who was still alive was also covered in blood and had not recovered from the shock.

&Quot; since ... &Quot; Jiao PU was about to open his mouth when the moonlight in the sky suddenly condensed into a pillar of light and shot into the pool not far away.