After the sword, only the broken body was left, but there was no life to live. The figure of Bingming also slowly appeared in front of them. As for the fire dragon and rocket condensed by the soulman, the stone pestle was smashed to pieces not far away. How about "page"? What's the taste of soul of soul master? " Ice Ming looked at the frightened old man with white hair and said lightly.

"it seems that you have already found me!" Liang Xiaoke pushed away the body of the soulman and sighed helplessly.

"it wasn't discovered long ago, it was only when you were talking!" Bing Ming's indifferent face...