The saint's law

A moment later, yuan Lin's short white hair stood up straight and every pore on his body opened up. Everywhere he went, he left a barren land.

Oh no, this guy actually used his power of desolation!

Li hu had a bad feeling. He was still too slow.

Li Tian's head was still as heavy as a mountain, but his consciousness began to wake up.

However, this divine sense seemed to be firmly pressed down by a huge rock, and it couldn't move at all.

Li Tian knew very well that if he wanted to move the rock that was pressing down on him, he would be lucky if he didn't get crushed by the rock. How could he make any waves?

The only thing he could do now was to rely on his willpower. Yes, only his willpower.

If he could break through this obstacle, he would have already experienced the baptism of spiritual energy and the limit of his divine sense. He should only be one step away from entering the eighth stage of tribulation passing.