"Azure net fireworks! Not bad!"
"White bone primal flame ... Not bad either!"
Tang Hao used his spirit sense to identify the four Dao flames.
He originally had 22 types, and now that he had collected these four, he would have 26 types, which was one step closer to his goal.
"Delivering Dao fire from a thousand miles away! He's really a good person!"
Tang Hao exclaimed in satisfaction as he put away the Golden cauldron.
At this time, the other two people finally reacted, and they revealed expressions of extreme shock.
Old man huoyun is dead?
How was it possible to kill a two-chop patriarch in such a short time? Wasn't this guy a half-step slash two?
Also, who was he?
"It's him! He's that old devil surnamed Shi!"
The old Daoist surnamed Lei suddenly cried out in alarm. He recognized the five-colored battle spear in Tang Hao's hand.
Back then, it was this battle spear that had killed the monster of Mount riyue, Gongsun Yulong!
