"Wukuang? Is it going to break through? "

after a whole day of calm, there is no moving tricolor energy. At this moment, it suddenly gets dry. Therefore, Mo ran also feels that the limit of wuzun that should have come a long time ago has become loose.

it's noon in the daytime, and the hot sun on the top of his head is blazing wildly. After the first World War, Mo Ran's trichromatic energy has been in the purple mansion, in a confrontation state. Under the blazing temperature of the desert, Mo Ran is sweating profusely. At this time, the tricolor energy surges. A cold breath overflowed from the...