Blue alum sits on the ground, panting constantly, this fight is very difficult. I can't imagine that a little monk in the self-cultivation period was so embarrassed. If it wasn't for the tortoise essence and dragon blood in his body, his defense was amazing, and his magic power was more than that of ordinary meditative monks. Plus a few Yang Yuan pills, I'm afraid he lost this time.

he struggled to get up, and then went to the direction where the big clock was hit. He took the big clock to his hand and looked it carefully. He found that the words on the surface were very profound, which seemed...