The battle in the sky is still going on, and on the tall blue and ancient city wall, there is a line of demons of all nationalities.

the sky is a little dark. The wind at night turns the Buddha's robe. After hearing old Lu's words, the Buddha's eyes brightened and he quickly turned around and asked, "the blessing of the first God? It's not a sacred artifact... "

Lu Zhen smiled in his turbid eyes, nodded slightly, and said, "the first God left the holy weapon to the king of Ming Dynasty, which is to make him possess the most powerful power in the world, so as to protect...