Lin Hao's face sank, he stood up, his body suspended in the air, and slowly approached the bottle.

"hum..." The vase seems to be psychic. I feel Lin Hao flying over and shaking more violently.

Lin Hao frowns at the symbols on the vase. Although those gray methods surround the symbols, they will not be able to completely suppress them for a while.

"it seems that you can't use this method." Lin Hao said in a low voice, then stretched out his left hand and made a knife with his right hand. With a slight stroke in the palm of his left hand, the palm of his left hand was...