On the purple jade hall, the flesh and blood flew, the golden light flashed, and the figures moved. All the powerful kings fled to the hall as if they had seen ghosts.

compared with the so-called prizes, life is far more important than that. It takes hundreds of years of practice to reach its present status. No one wants to fall down like this.

young Ye Chu, like a demon, suddenly reaped more than ten lives of them. How can it be fearless.

"this is too..." Murong's eyes are wide, and I can't believe what happened on the top of his head.

that's Zong Wang Qiang. It's not Chinese cabbage....