The color of ancient bronze, two feet long, is full of square weird patterns, magical beauty, glorious flashing, extremely extraordinary, this is actually a pair of ancient mace.

"I know that the God of Yue Wang, who was also a very famous God in that year, just did not expect him to attack the king of Wu, but eventually he could only die!" Kong Zhiyu, with a mace in her hand, introduced it with a slight sadness. Obviously, that time made her very reluctant to mention it.

"Lord God? Isn't it the supremacy of the world?" Chen Jiu couldn't help asking.

"That's just the following myth, historical lawsuits, inevitably there...