This divine artifact has become a rare and invaluable tonic for it.

It began to look towards the Jade Gourd Immortal.

At this time.

Not far away, on the Holy Light Golden Warship, the disciples of the Tianzong Holy Land were also worried.

After all, he was a god-level powerhouse of the human race. It is too tragic that he died like this.

They wanted to ask the ancestor for help, but due to his majesty, they did not dare to speak.

Zong Ze frowned and hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to step forward and kneel behind Zong Shen.

"Ancestor, that purple-robed warrior is probably about to fall."

"Now, the world is in turmoil, and all races are rising up. Every strong person in the human race is a help."

"Please, ancestor..."

Before Zong Ze finished speaking, a loud noise was heard outside the warship.

The violent shock wave swept up the gravel and magma on the ground and lifted them up to a height of thousands of feet.

The Holy Light Golden Warship was drenched in cold water.

Fortunately, the defensive formation set up by Zong Shen was extremely sophisticated, and it was no problem to block the mere lava!

Wait until the aftermath subsides and the vision becomes clear.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise.

Zhu Zu Tianpeng, who had defeated the god-level strongman with one blow, had actually been knocked away by Zong Shen at this time.

He also caught the Jade Gourd Immortal in his hand and threw it into the warship.

Zhu Zu's huge body flew backwards in the air.

There were actually signs of cracking and bleeding on one of the scarred arms.

After flying backwards for 100,000 miles, it stopped.

A pair of pitch-black animal eyes looked at Zong Shen.

"Sub-Saint level?"

"impossible."

"Are you the descendant of the Phantom Saint?"

"No matter who you are, I'll devour you first!"