C344 White Tiger Python

"Monster, die!" The purple-robed cultivator sat on the head of the python, looking down from above, and pointed at Shen Jianxin.

A snow-white python's head descended from the skies, smashing straight down towards Shen Jianxin with the force of a jade pillar smashing down on a mountain of gold.

Shen Jian was not afraid, he did not dodge, with a tap of his foot, he floated straight up