The wind blew against the trees, and a leaf fell to reveal the autumn of the world. The tension that had permeated the air without the sense of ordinary people instantly disappeared, and all traces of fighting ceased to exist. It was just that the history of the existence of the line of the bodhisattva of Joy had shortened by a lot, furthermore, they had become mortal enemies with the orthodoxy of the Buddha of joy.
Regardless of their status or stance, the great divine arts practitioners of creation all sighed in their hearts. Every time at this time, they would experience a sea of bitterness.
The ignorant tan ping, Xia Xiu, and the others had already joined the Great Zhou Camp and were assigned to be the vanguard. They were currently forming a ring of formations and joining forces to attack Yanling Island, which was the gateway to three clouds island.
