After a pause, Sun Wukong looked at the remnant of the ancestral witch who didn't know how far away, and sighed: "Don't look at this ancestral witch miserable, he was a living **** of war before his death, and he just took three of the demon clan to the ground. The fairyland monster was torn apart."

"And then you will be dead if you are backstabbed by your immortal monks?"

Lu Ren looked at a **** mouth on his head, and it was still emitting wisps of immortal light.

That is the unique method of immortal practitioners, with the supreme supernatural power

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