Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

About thirty paces from the Sacred Mansion, two extremely tiny dots were moving slowly forward. 。If you were to get closer, you would see that the two spots are actually two figures radiating with holy light. They are Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun. 。It was only because the physiques of the two individuals were, compared to the Holy Mansion, truly diminutive, that they appeared as mere specks. 。Both Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun's faces were somber. Every step they took forward, intricate patterns appeared beneath their feet. 。At this time, they would take out a talisman from their storage bag and strike it onto the ground. 。With a deafening roar, the lines shattered and vanished into thin air. 。,Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,Fēng Mó was secretly astonished, feeling that Zhang Ruochen’s chariot must be of a very high battle rank. Otherwise, it would be impossible to so effortlessly deflect the full force of the Wanwen Sacred Artifact.。