Holy tower civilization

In the void, the five-colored smoke was dense like fog, spreading across the sky like clouds and banners.

The five plagues ancestral master stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking down at PEI Ling who was trying to struggle in Yifan Pure Land.

The patriarch's eyes were as deep as the night and glowed with a strange light. It was like a Whirlpool, rotating and changing.

The [ Yifang Pure Land ] gradually turned into the scene of jushuang city.

PEI Ling was dressed in a black robe, sitting motionlessly in the luxurious mansion beside the city Lord's mansion. Five-colored smoke rose from his body, intertwining fiercely like a miasma.

The city was still bustling with itinerant cultivators, but the atmosphere was slowly changing.

All the cultivators who had received spirit stones and medicinal pills had already been corroded by PEI Ling's power into all sorts of strange things.