chapter 1655 behind the gate

The long hair covered the sky and blocked the sun. Each hair exuded an astonishing luster, like endless sharp blades. These hair strands were intertwined with each other, forming cones one after another, and pressed down from the sky in an instant.

Judging from this aura, Chuck Hao felt a little shocked. There was no doubt that he was in the Mahayana realm.

In this world of immortal cultivation, apart from the dead Emperor Yan and the humiliated Gong Qing, there are actually...