145 Seventh Level of the Mahayana Realm, Limit of the Mortal Realm

"Junior, long time no see. Why don't we join forces to fight the Black Hell Chicken?"

Murong Qi winked. He couldn't stand the chicken's posturing.

Fang Liang smiled. "Sure!"

Even after so many years, the Black Hell Chicken was still so contemptible!

The Black Hell Chicken yawned and pretended not to hear them.

Everyone sat down and started chatting.

Fang Liang recounted his experiences over the years. He fought demons, devils, and ghosts. Now, he had become a genius of the Heavenly Immortal Manor. He was extremely famous.

The Three-Headed Wyrm King pretended not to care, but in reality, it was also eavesdropping.

This kid's talent is so terrifying?

The Three-Headed Wyrm King was secretly shocked.

The Deity Slaying Elder has such talented people under him?

It seemed that other than Yang Tiandong, everyone else was very talented.

At the same time.