In the sky, Feng Dong is opposite to the old generation of all sects standing in the air and the people of the demon sect.

"Xiaoxiao, are you ok?" There was a strange divine color in ghost's eyes. She had never seen Xiaoxiao grow up like this before.

"nothing." Xiaoxiao's eyes shook a little, the breeze Buddha, hair floating up, but can not take away her face sad.

on the opposite side, Feng Dongting looked at a group of people of the demon sect, each with a gloomy face.

"Liu Zhen, what do you want to do when you bring so many people to the Central Plains?" Feng Dongting said...