"This is the origin of my Vientiane building. Just now I have summoned the projection of my ancestors. When they find out the abnormality here, they will surely come. Then, it will be the death time of this leaf dust." Wan Xin's heart was still roaring. This is his last hope.

sure enough, in Wanxin's expectant eyes, on the altar in front of him, a figure slowly gathered.

this figure is an old man with white hair and beard. It looks like a fairyland. The breath on his body is even more powerful and unpredictable.

seeing this figure condense, WAN Xin can hardly help cheering.

ink knife Jiang Kai and...