"No, no, this purple Yu is absolutely weird." Looking at the face in front of a strange smile of Ziyu, leaf dust heart, a click, came out of a bad feeling.

After Ziyu's weird smile, his face gradually became solemn. He said, "Ye Gong-zi, you can rush to the tenth floor of the god-demon War Tower on the first heaven of Shinto. I'm afraid that only the ancient emperor of that year could compare with it. So I want to invite Ye Gong-zi to join us."

"You? Is Ziyu not a saint? Ye Dun's eyes suddenly condensed, but his face was still a relaxed expression.

Ziyu looked the same, shaking...