"instant wind is supreme!" Page, as like as two peas in the sky, Ye's thoughts of a legendary figure are all told. The wind is blowing on the forehead, and the wind is shining like a shadow before it.

"how could it be him? How could it be him? " Ye Jingyun crawls on the ground, feeling this momentum of nine days and ten places being exclusive to himself. He is unable to shake himself. No one can believe that one of the caves in this ruined temple has the supreme to live again.

the terrifying momentum is still sweeping the world. In this continuous mountain range, all the creatures...