"Xinlin, you are not my opponent."
The holy master was unhurried when facing Xin Lin's Ghost Fist.
Xinlin's forehead was already sweating.
Xin Lin urged the Futian Pill in his body, and his blood vessels expanded in a flash.
"You?"
The sage felt that Xinlin's breath suddenly doubled.
Ten blood vessels expand into dozens.
"Xin Lin, stop!"
The devil is impatient.
Xinlin is crazy to absorb the power of Futian Pill. She wants to kill the sage with her own power.
But she has no way to inherit