"Hehe, it seems that person is very important to you." The demon wind sensed the change in Shen Luo's gaze, and said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Shen Luo's expression did not change much, nor did he respond.
"What a pity, with the three disasters of thunder tribulation descending, even if he doesn't die, his Dao-Practice is destined to be wasted, and he can only become a ghost immortal." The demon wind seemed to intentionally provoke Shen Luo's anger and continued.
Shen Luo's eyes turned cold, and he put away the Hongming War Saber in his hand, switching to the Xuanyuan Divine Sword.
As soon as the sword appeared, a powerful sword intent rose from Shen Luo's body, making his entire aura become sharp.
The faces of the demon wind and Daoist Black Lotus slightly changed, knowing that Shen Luo was about to get serious.
