"ancient magic."

Zuo QingHan's beautiful eyes are tightly stopped on Lu Chen. The smell of the flame around him rises with the falling fire pillar. It seems that there is no boundary.

dozens of friars have long since retreated to the edge of the iron forest, far away from the land of right and wrong that the sky fire has fallen. There is no half a human figure at the foot of the heaven killing sect.

Lu Chen pinches his fingers to form a seal and stands in the middle of the air. Heisha's heart is burning out along the source of the body vein. The secret formula on his...