Six great martial Saints, a fatal trap!

Five thousand Zhang!

Three thousand Zhang!

Two thousand long!

Ten thousand feet!

……

Just as the Emperor of Dali, Shang Wu Dao, was less than a thousand feet away from mu Caiwei, who was running away with the adorable baby.

Behind him, a voice that was mixed with the most furious anger in the world suddenly sounded,""Shang Wu Dao, go to hell!!!"

"Not good!"

Shang Wu Dao's eyelids suddenly twitched. He felt a cold killing intent behind him, like a fierce beast that had escaped. The killing intent was overbearing and surging.

"BOOM!"

A fierce look flashed in his eyes. Then, his figure flickered and changed his trajectory, dodging in another direction.

He knew very well that ye chen, who had escaped from the Tai Yi holy man and the others, would not give him the chance to capture mu Caiwei and the others.

Even so, in that instant, he had actually unleashed an Emperor killing fist at mu Caiwei, who was a thousand feet away.