in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, a war is going on endlessly. I feel the magnificent purple gas being sucked into my body. I have killed my eyes and almost forgotten that I have shocked countless strong men of the two families.

in the face of hundreds of first-class martial gods, Mo ran really looks up to them. These stone dummies, who only know how to chop with their swords, have no wisdom at all. That's why Mo ran and the eighth General of linggong have been supporting for such a long time.

However, the vitality of the breath is still the realm of Wushen after all. Even though...