Looking at the crowd kneeling down and worshiping the portrait of the patriarch, Yuren Wang sneered.
"Soul formation intent? It's a pity that if patriarch green spirit really came back to life, I'd have to avoid him, but it's just a portrait. "
Hearing this, everyone from the green spirit sect was terrified. Could it be that the Yuren King could even break the patriarch's portrait?
While he was still thinking, he had already taken action.
"Break!"
Yuren King controlled the red flame centipede and flew up to the sky. He then struck down with his palm.
"Boom boom boom!"
Heaven and earth shook, and the sun and moon lost their light!
At this moment, only the palm of blood mist descended.
The patriarch's portrait sensed the power of the approaching person and bloomed with golden light at the same time, trying to counter.