Chapter 1175

zer often said that he was the twenty-eighth generation descendant of the Jiuxuanmen. Zhao Ping’an was naturally the twenty-ninth generation.When he heard these three words, Zhao Ping'an felt a bit no...Chapter 1175

The moment his words left his lips.

Visible to the naked eye, dust motes suspended in the air fall like countless stars descending.

Not only was it dust, but even the disciples of Bai Ca Ge who floated in mid-air lost control and instantly fell.

"Even Zhao Ping'an felt a slight pressure!"

It feels like an unspeakable force is pressing down on my head, about to smash me into the ground.

"Martial arts, the martial arts of a holy land!"actly like him condensed behind him.However, this phantom is extremely large, at least ten meters tall.Feet on the ground, head in the sky!Like a god descending to earth.Even with heavenly tribulation...