C371 One hundred and eight punches

"Clang!" With a huge sound, although the Seven Fused Mist Cauldron managed to block a certain amount of damage, Tang Wenrun still fell to the ground.

"Ancestor!" "Ancestor!" Tang Wenrun called out, it was possible that the Ancestor was still in his cultivation, and even if he was going to be beaten to death, he would still not appear.

He could only rely on himself now