Chapter 671 Lingxiaomen?

"Huh!"

A moment later, in a deep ditch, Tang Huan's figure has emerged, surrounded by intense surging clouds and mists, vaguely visible a skeleton figure.

Without waiting for the skeletons to approach, a pair of feathers had condensed and formed behind Tang Huan's back.

In a whistle, the whistle was stirring, the wings were flapping fast, and Tang Huan's body rose. In a short time, he rushed out of the clouds, hovered high above the sky, and his vision was clear.

With a sweep of his eyes, Tang Huan had judged that he was supposed to be over the southwest of the fog island. The transmission magic...