Nor did he know how many talismans he had used, finally, Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun were getting closer and closer to the Holy Palace. Even with the two of them's composure, they couldn't help but show excitement at this moment. 。,A radiance of myriad patterns burst forth with complete power, forming a halo of holy energy. 。,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。