Guess If My Poison Can Kill People (1)
Looking at the mountain's protective spiritual array that was being shattered inch by inch, the billions of cultivators of the Medicine God Sect gaped in shock. They almost thought that they were dreaming.
Outside Tian Longjia, the hundreds of millions of Poison Sect cultivators also had their mouths agape. They stared at everything in a daze, thinking that their eyes were playing tricks on them.
"Sou…"
Ge Qingshan, the old savior who had just disappeared from the peak of the mountain range and sat steadily on the fishing platform, teleported to his previous position. He widened his eyes and stared at Buddha Zhu, who was soaring into the clouds, as well as the broken Tianlongjia Mountain Protection Spiritual Array Group around Buddha Zhu. He fell into a long silence.
"Attack!"