In an instant, the sky thundered.

Several purple-gold thunderbolts soared out from the depths of the sacred mountain like golden dragons.

When Ye Fan was caught off guard, those golden thunderbolts were like chains, bound Ye Fan's hands and feet, and imprisoned Ye Fan in the void.

Looking at it from a distance, the thin figure of the man looks like a death row prisoner who is judged by heaven and earth!

"Ye Fan!"

Noah was terrified.

Worry yelled.

In the void, Ye Fan was also struggling violently.

However, the thunder chains are like heaven and earth.

The more Ye Fan struggled, the more violent the power of thunder became.

The pain of being struck by the thunder swept through Ye Fan's whole body.

"This this"

"Purple Gold Thunder?"

Fen Tian was completely shocked.

He is also playing thunder.

However, the power of his thunder is undoubtedly far from the purple gold thunder in front of him.

Like, the difference between cloud and mud!

"Is this the power of a fairy?"

Fen Tian was full of yearning and shock.

"Hahaha"

"Chu Tianfan, how are you?"

"I said a long time ago that the background of my Indian martial arts is beyond what you, a rich man, can imagine?"

"Next, you just wait, my Indian ancestors, let's judge your death!"

King Flo laughed too.

Yes, this is his greatest reliance.

It doesn't matter if he can't beat Ye Fan, he can ask his ancestors for help.

If the young ones can't do it, go to the big ones, if the big ones can't do it, then go to the old ones.

As for Ye Fan, he was alone.

It's just an abandoned child that no one wants.

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