"A wise move." Hearing Yan Mo's reply, Gao Mian gave a faint laugh. The snow and ice all over the sky fell from the sky. A cold and extreme atmosphere seemed to freeze the whole valley.

Seeing what happened, five people who followed Gao's death also followed his voice and erupted high-spirited warfare.

But they looked at Liu Muyun's eyes, but there was a cold light that was hard to detect. They stared dead at the ten people beside them, especially Yan Moyun's body.

Although the two sides decided just now to join hands and divide two pieces of Hongmeng Lingbao equally, no matter how to distribute them, it is...