This is a crown, chaotic color, ancient and immortal, vicissitudes of life, the crown has five spires protruding, but at this time it broke four, most of the damage.

But even so, the crown still has a kind of glorious divinity, a subtle feeling, as if it was a God who had once wondered at the clouds, overriding the saints!

'drop!' With a drop of blood dripping and dissolving, the crown suddenly emits an incomparable light, strong breath, indescribable, but it breaks through the layers of saints, showing its brilliant and powerful side.

Thirteen pieces and six pieces of top-grade sacred utensils can not suppress its frontier. Essentially, it is...