the moon falls on the plain, the grass is slightly low, rustling

in the lock God array, the space is 100 feet, and the atmosphere is cold.

many monks hold their breath and stare at Lu Chen. To everyone, this is a very unfair contest.

a five level immortal who has been seriously injured faces a seven level master who has not been hurt and is as powerful as a rainbow. Even if he has countless immortal treasures, he will not win or lose at all.

on the mainland of Xianzhou, there has been no justice since then. It's just luck that land dust can have today. If he had...