Zongwu, because I have a bad mouth, you treat me as a villain?

Wu An's power shocked the onlookers who had made taunts before and were stunned.

Some even rubbed their eyes, feeling as if they were dreaming.

“This…how is this possible!!!

"Is Wu An still a human?"

"I heard that Wu An is a cultivator of immortality. It is simply a fool's dream for a group of warriors to attack a cultivator of immortality."

"Hey, that's not what you just said!

"Have it?"

Wang Yuyan was also shocked.

Her beautiful big eyes were full of tears.

Wang Yu's mother was well prepared to die for her love before she came.

Unexpectedly, his man was far more powerful than he imagined.

Mu Wanqing's condition at this time was not much better.

Wu An smiled evilly: "I've almost finished playing with you."

Play?

Who the hell is playing with you?

"How about I show you the methods of cultivating immortals?"

Hearing these words, Zhao Min's face turned pale.

The scene when I saw my father being struck to death by lightning is still vivid in my mind.

When Wu An stretched out his hand, he saw the strange hairpin that had just fallen on the ground suddenly flew up and headed straight for Wu An.

During the fight just now, the hairpin fell to the ground, and no one paid attention.

But Zhao Min never dreamed that this was actually a soul-calling flag! ! !

This Wu An has been using the soul-calling flag as a hairpin!