The Golden Temple shimmered through the flames, as Li Qingming and others ascended to the top of the Fusang Divine Wood. They gazed at the grand temple, each of their expressions slightly solemn.
"What a marvelous array!" Li Qingquan exclaimed as he looked around.
Shakyamuni, deeply moved, stroked his bald head and said, "This Great Formation is easy to enter but difficult to leave!"
"Forget whatever formation it is, as long as I can kill Jinyao, that old fool, I am willing to die right here and now!" The Ancestor of the Desolate, with a grim look, rushed into the Great Formation without hesitation.
"Ancestor!" Man Chu failed to hold back the Ancestor of the Desolate and his face suddenly became anxious.
"Alright, let's go! There must be a way when the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will straighten at the bridge! Let's go, let's go in together and see!" Li Qingming nonchalantly shook his head and quickly followed behind the Ancestor of the Desolate.
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