Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

However, after Jiang Tian's chaotic divine body condensed, his appearance changed again, becoming as handsome as a god.

Especially the white hair, which was deliberately created at this time, was silvery and translucent, adding a touch of vicissitudes and profound flavor to him, and it was so mysterious that they didn't recognize him at all.

"Haha, you are just a foundation-building ant. You should dare to speak rudely to my master. Now you understand, who is the ant?"

The big black dog's tongue swept around and licked Yuan Hongjue's blood-stained golden elixir happily, as if he was licking ice cream, with a mocking expression on his face.

"Big black dog..."

Zen Master Deren's pupils suddenly shrank, he looked at Jiang Tian, ​​and said to Guang Kun beside him: "You didn't notice this person, he looks like the person who left for three years..."

He is the direct descendant of Zen Master Xixiang and the current abbot of Zhenmo Temple. He once saw Jiang Tian from a distance on Qingqiu Mountain that day. At this time, he felt that he was similar.

"Could it be him! Jiang Taichu!"

Hearing this, Guang Kun was also suddenly startled. The muscles in the corners of his eyes trembled rapidly, as if facing a formidable enemy, and his face looked ugly.
Chapter completed!