the atmosphere in the hot and dry ancient palace is rather strange. Xinge smashes the burned corpses to form a surrounding shape, in which lies the work fire pattern of Huoyuan Dazong.

everyone here knows that it's the treasure of God's source left by the great one. It can't be fake, but no one dares to turn it down.

Cheng Yuan's brow is more and more wrinkled and tighter. He is determined to push back the rule of Qinghuo and become a human being in the ancient city of Taiwu, but now it seems that this step is too difficult.

"ha ha!"

at this time, there was a hearty laugh...