Chapter 1820: They are all here!

Luo Xiaoman's disciples, King Shura, and the boy in white are all powerful characters, but when they think of Luo Xiaoman's cute appearance, they all think this is absurd.
A strong man like this can completely become the overlord of one party, why would he be willing to be Luo Xiaoman's disciple?
"What's that again?!" At this moment, everyone exclaimed again, only to see a cloud of dust billowing ahead.
With the experience of Shura Dao, everyone couldn't help looking at each other. Could it be that this is also Luo Xiaoman's arrangement.
Luo Xiaoman in mid-air hooked his lips, watched the dust billowing, and muttered: "You guys are really here."
In the dust and smoke, Bai Hang glanced at the Shura Road on the other side, and said depressed: "Senior Zhiwu is too arrogant, we must not lose to him."
"Yes! You can't lose, you must pull it back in momentum." Changping nodded in agreement.
"So..." Chen Muyu blinked and said, "How do we pull it back?"
Bai Hang and Changping looked stiff, and both showed embarrassment, both because of their own strength and the Zhiwu seniors and they were so different!
"I'm coming!!" At this moment, Ji Wuya flew out.
Immediately afterwards, he soared into the sky, his whole body exploded, and a tall and straight soul shadow appeared behind him.
This turned out to be the Azure Emperor who had fallen!
Now, it has become Ji Wuya's unique guardian soul!
Buzz!
The Azure Dragon Cauldron appeared, and it skyrocketed several times in an instant, floating in mid-air like a mountain, giving everyone a heavy sense of oppression.
"Roar!!"
With a burst of dragon chants exploding, the eight horns of the Qinglong Ding turned into eight blue dragons, winding and circling constantly, and their power turned out to be more worthwhile than Zhiwu's.
"Let's come too!!" Bai Hang was excited in his heart, running the true essence in his body one after another, joining Ji Wuya's formation.
With the beginning of Bai Hang, everyone from the Holy Academy also joined.
"Floating City, Holy Academy, Luo Xiaoman's disciple, Ji Wuya, send all the members of the Holy Academy to help!!" Ji Wuya screamed, and the Qinglong Cauldron stirred the voice of sorrow, shocking the minds of the army .
This atrocious voice, but integrated with the power of the people of the Holy Academy, its deterrent power is definitely not lost to the ice and fire lotus sky!
"Hahaha, now the Holy Academy is here, do you dare to underestimate the teacher Xiaoman?" Zhi Wu's eyes sparkled and said cheerfully.
"Are you satisfied with this?" Hu Yanxiu shook his head, and said angrily, "You fellow, do you underestimate Teacher Xiaoman?"
"Ok?"
Before Zhi Wu came back to her senses, another cloud of smoke appeared in front of her.
At this moment, the people who killed the immortal army were already dumbfounded. Even though there were not many Mahayana powerhouses who were used to big scenes, they were all shocked by the front row.
Rumble!
There was a dull voice.
In the dust and smoke, a huge figure came out, turned out to be a dark battle puppet exuding a metallic chill.
They have seen many battle puppets, but they have never seen such a huge battle puppet!
This height is already comparable to the city wall!
Boom!
The battle puppet stopped, and then turned his back for a while, unexpectedly a dark barrel appeared.
"I'm going!! This is a super-large general!!" Seeing this scene, Zhi Wu couldn't help exclaiming, and the heat that had just been ignited by Ji Wuya was pushed to the top again.