"Wanmie Pavilion!"
The expression of the Wanmo Lord also turned serious.
He recognized this man.
It was the ancestor of Wanmie Pavilion, a powerful person in the pseudo-immortal realm.
And the three people behind him.
The weakest ones are all Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals, and there is even one who is a pseudo-immortal realm powerhouse.
"I didn't expect Wanmie Pavilion to be so generous this time." Venerable Wanmo said coldly, his eyes full of fear.
"He is the enemy of my Wanmie Pavilion. No one can snatch him today." The silver-haired old man said lightly.
Then he looked at Ye Han.
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"Wanmie Pavilion?"
Ye Han's face was solemn.
This is what he is most worried about, and now...
"Ye Han, right!"
At this time, the silver-haired old man spoke again, "I have to admit that you are very strong, stronger than I expected, but you killed my Wanmie Pavilion's genius and provoked my Wanmie Pavilion. I will never let you leave alive today."
Boom!
Take a step forward.
Suddenly, an aura that seemed to be able to crush all living things swept across the entire starry sky.
This moment.
Even Ye Han was shocked and kept falling from the sky.
In the end, the bones all over his body kept bursting.
The whole person was pressed down to one knee.
"Too strong! Is this the strength of a pseudo-immortal realm expert?" Ye Han sighed helplessly in his heart.
False immortal.
Although he is not a true immortal, he is also not comparable to the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal.
Even though he broke through to the ninth level of Mahayana, he was still no match for her.
"It's useless. With your strength, you can never be my opponent, so just kneel down obediently."
boom!
Another step forward.
For a while.
The bones in Ye Han's legs began to crack.
The severe pain made him scream in agony.
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