In an instant, everyone rose into the sky!
They had already made preparations, and now they are firing out spiritual power one after another!
Everyone in the Mu family also took action at the same time!
Just when the melee was about to break out, the void shook, and then a figure appeared in the air!
“Father…………”
Seeing the person coming, Mu Qing suddenly became excited!
It turned out to be a phantom of the head of the Mu family. He must have known that Mu Qing and others came to Guanghan Palace to take revenge, so he came worried!
“Qing’er, you are too careless. Now you are the only son left as a father. What if something happens to you?”
“Now do what you have to do and I’ll hold off the others!”
The head of the Mu family said to Mu Qing!
After hearing his father’s words, Mu Qing nodded excitedly!
But the Palace Master of Guanghan Palace has a terrifyingly gloomy face at this moment, and his eyes are full of coldness!
She can still handle Manager Liu!
But here comes another Mu family leader. Although he is just a shadow, his strength is probably not lower than the ninth level of the Tribulation Realm!
“I’ll stop this old guy!”
I saw Devil Mountain Ghost Lao roaring angrily, and then a gray aura surged through his body, directly forming a giant claw and heading towards the head of the Mu family!
The master of Guanghan Palace also waved his hand, and the monstrous cold air surged out, turning into two icicles and attacking Manager Liu!
The melee started instantly, with countless auras flying around and various spells intertwined!
The heaven and earth were trembling in the melee. The entire Southern Territory seemed to be affected, and space-time cracks continued to flash in the void!
The entire Heavenly Demon Mountain shook, and countless people stared in the direction of Guanghan Palace!
Thousands of monks were fighting in mid-air!
The air was filled with thick fluctuations of spiritual energy. Every time the monk swung his fist or drew his sword, it was accompanied by a huge roar of spiritual power, as if it was about to tear the world apart.
Their figures shuttled quickly across the battlefield, as elusive as ghosts, and every confrontation was accompanied by a dazzling aura bursting out, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The monks’ magic weapons and spiritual weapons were flying in the air, some piercing the sky like meteors, some weighing down like giant mountains, and some as misty as phantoms.