"Damn it, these lunatics." Yang Tian's muscles trembled at the corners of his mouth, and he scolded: "it's really a demon man, and his work style is really exciting. This group of people are just crazy and insane. " He was dazzled by the spectacle in front of him. Twenty four Fangtian painting halberds danced in the air, shooting out a black vigorous wind with blood red. If all the 24 magic weapons are smashed on the ground, it will be enough to destroy everything within a thousand miles. At that time, don't say that no grass will grow, I'm afraid that the surrounding land will be affected.

Yang Tian...