Old ancestor Si Hong

At this moment, Sihong hanrong was using the body of song qiongzi that Sihong Miaoli had disguised as.

As her white robe fluttered, the delicate and beautiful female cultivator's expression was calm. Her soft hands were not gaudy at all, and her slender white fingertips were still slightly pink, looking harmless at her.

However, at the same time, the space in the entire vacuum spiritifying formation seemed to freeze instantly. The white hand seemed to grab from the sky, covering the sky and the sun. The entire formation was like a toy in the palm of the hand, unable to withstand a single blow!