"Come on."

When the Peak of Death Chan was calm again, a gentle voice suddenly came out.

The curtain flying engine and others under the peak of the dead Zen flew up one after another and headed for the peak of the dead Zen peak.

The courtyard on the top of Death Zen Peak still looks as simple as the pole. In the Yuan Dynasty, any building would be more magnificent than this courtyard.

However, in the face of such a small courtyard, there are many warriors here, but none of them dare to indulge in anything. Instead, they all look dignified and step by step approach this small courtyard....