"this is an adventure." The great monk sighed with some worry that the white bear is like a mountain. He can't breathe because of the pressure. The power of heaven and earth has left a deep mark in his heart, which can't be eliminated forever. Unless he can defeat the white bear, it's still difficult to climb the sky. The huge gap in strength can't be made up in a short time.

"elder martial brother, hurry to set up the enchanted array." The shadow stood up from the ground and hurried to say that he was a little impatient. The big monk smiled, and suddenly there were hundreds of yellow...