After a long time, the world returned to peace.

"Fellow Daoist Taichu, is he really dead?"

Fairy Luoxia's eyes murmured dumbly, as if she didn't believe that Jiang Tian would actually die in this way.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Taichu was really dead!"

"If fellow Taoist Taichu does not die, he will definitely be able to stand at the top of the ancient immortal world."

Li Qianchou and Wan Guiyi felt regretful.

"Zhao Wuji, Elder Taichu has done what you ordered, why don't you let go of Youran and Jiang Beibei!"

Mo Xianlin raised the Juetian Sword and roared angrily.

"Let me go? What a joke!" Zhao Wuji laughed wildly.

"You, you bastard! You have no faith! I want to kill you!" Mo Xianlin roared angrily.

"Want to kill me? Come on!"

Zhao Wuji said coldly: "As long as you don't want your daughter to die!"

"Fellow Daoist Taichu has done what you said! At least you should let his daughter go!" Fairy Luoxia said.

"People won't let go!"

Zhao Wuji sneered: "Taichu's dog thief dies, it's him who is stupid! What does it have to do with me!"

"Don't you think it's a bit stupid?"

"you!"

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

They had known for a long time that Zhao Wuji would definitely be untrustworthy.

And Jiang Tian is definitely not a mediocre person, so why do you believe Zhao Wuji's nonsense?

"Don't say so much! You guys should surrender to me!"

Zhao Wuji sneered and a crystal clear transparent ball was sacred from his body.

A strong demonic aura entangled around the round bead, and as soon as it appeared, it completely enveloped everyone.

"This is my last way to save my life! I originally wanted to deal with Jiang Taichu, so I will torture you now!" Zhao Wuji sneered.

“It’s not too late now!”
Chapter completed!