Chapter 964 The vast forests of Mount Wanmengshan are shaded by trees.

The old man in a blue robe stood in the void, and there was a sense of killing all over him, covering a thousand miles.

Thousands of miles, birds, monsters and beasts all crawl on the ground, trembling slightly and daring not make a sound.

The old man stands, but gives a feeling of vast stars.

His practice is absolutely beyond the realm of bloodshed.

Ye Qingyun has long known that there must be other practices on the basis of his blood realm.

Wudao is an endless journey.

The old man stepped forward, with sharp eyes, like a...