"Ah? This..."
In his mind, Qing Lu Ancient Immortal burst into laughter.
"Hehe, this is the Blood Spring Snake Tide, formed by the Black Water Eight-headed Serpent, a Blood Spring Snake Tide!
"Not afraid of fire, not afraid of slashing, not afraid of Qinghua Rain!"
Mo Lanyou also watched the video.
In his mind, the Ancient Immortal was momentarily stunned.
"It's over.
"This... this kind of snake really isn't afraid of Qinghua Rain!"
...
The snake tide engulfed one after another Immortal Technique Committee member!
"Ah!"
The snake tide burst open with a gap, and Tian Xinghuo flew out from it! His clothes were torn and tattered, with various wounds large and small, oozing foul black blood.
Swish!
A dazzling sword light slashed through the snake tide, and a tall and thin Wu Jianxian flew out, still staring intently at the snake tide even while in midair!
