ial magnetic forces so that they churned like a tempest.Eight directions converge, primordial magnetism flows into the body, blood roars and thunder resonates. A hundred refinements temper the soul......Lu Xia Tian and the Zhu Buddha Sect have no possibility of reconciliation.

For Mingyi, to destroy his own sect and kill his uncles, younger brothers, and others was a matter ofant sword, their divine consciousness completely immersed in the void, the boundless sword intent of the ground and beneath it. Like the sword intent, it was intangible and omnipresent.At this moment,...