"Don't move!"

there was endless anger in Chang Mingge's shrill voice, because he saw that someone was destroying the mountain and digging a grave on the mountain where his mother was buried. Chang Mingge's eyes were red in an instant, his body flashed, and his sword cut the "death of the war". Three or four people were cut to pieces. Three people detonated the magic weapon and escaped a disaster.

"who are you? How dare you attack us? Do you know who we are? "

in the face of this domineering question, Chang Mingge didn't pay attention to it at all. Standing in front of his mother's grave, he knelt...