Ning Yuan Rong Zhao
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Nor did he know how many talismans he had used, finally, Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun were getting closer and closer to the Holy Palace. Even with the two of them's composure, they couldn't help but show excitement at this moment. 。," 。Suddenly, behind the frenzy, two powerful waves of holy power surged out one after another, and two semi-holy king-level beings charged up. 。One of them, covered in purple flames, looked like a monkey, three meters tall. He was the leader of the Flame Monkey clan from the Dao Prison Realm. 。The other was a humanoid, very old, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar. He was the disciple of a human Great Saint from the Blade Prison Realm, Old Man Qi Li. 。," Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。The Mad Demon swung his iron rod, unleashing a wave of holy energy in the shape of tadpoles. The wave surged outward, engulfing the three half-step Saint Kings. 。。