The moment Taiyi Zhenren's wine gourd fell to the ground, the entire Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave began to tremble. Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and rushed into the sky. When he saw the black crack across the thirty-third sky, his pupils shrank suddenly - the energy of chaos was turning into a nine-headed python, gnawing at the Tianhe embankment.
"Huntian Ling!" The red satin crushed two snake heads, but suddenly dimmed when it touched the core black mist. Nezha wiped away the golden blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. This was the first time he had tasted pain in the three hundred years since the Battle of the Gods. A low laughter came from the depths of the chaos: "Lingzhu, do you think cutting off Ao Binglong's tendons is the end?"
It looks great, come on