As soon as he finished speaking, two more terrifying Daoist Rhymes bombarded the Daoist Rhymes that Muk Gu had unleashed.
At the same time, two old men appeared in the sky at the same time.
Looking at the two old men, Mo Yang's pupils constricted as he muttered in shock, Underworld Ancestor, Ancestor Bone!"
In the next moment, two voice transmissions filled with vicissitudes of life suddenly went off.
"Old man, leave this matter to the younger generation to deal with.
"That's right. Wouldn't it be wonderful for us to drink tea in the courtyard and discuss the future situation?"
At this moment, Muk Gu, who was not far away, had a terrifyingly gloomy expression.
"Phew!"
Letting out a deep breath, Muk Gu suppressed the displeasure in his heart and said in a deep voice, Oh? Are the two of you trying to start a war with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ethereal figures of the two old men instantly appeared beside him.
