"Good mysterious means." Ye Dun was shocked to see the glorious moon sword gradually blooming.

Just now, Ye Mao was just a little casual, and the red light disappeared completely, and there was no damage to the Pluto Moon Sword, as if it had never been sealed.

Liu Muyun and others look at each other, but also can not stop the surprise in their hearts. If the means of Shinto strongmen are really profound, they can not even see the slightest clue.

"Ye Xiaoyou, do you remember the last appointment in the evil tribe?" Ye Mao took back his palm and asked Ye Dun, his eyes sparkling with brilliance.

"Naturally...