"exactly?"

one day and one night, Mo ran hardly had a rest. The news of the terrible news kept coming. He had the cultivation of a high-ranking monarch, and he inevitably had some spare power. However, at this moment, Fang Zhun sent back the news, which suddenly gave him great encouragement.

at least, there are still people alive.

"? Where are you? " Don't rush to reply.

Mo ran didn't have to wait too long this time. After a few minutes, Fang Zhun sent back a message: "the sky is hanging in the south of the pavilion. Hurry up, Xiao die can't support it."

"hold on..." The fingerprints were played...