The strange atmosphere rises like a mist in someone's heart.

in the field of vision, under the toxic fog full of Psychedelic purple, hundreds of beating monks' souls are dispersing milky light. They are like a group of active white fireflies. They rise or fall at will with unpredictable rhythm It's just...

this kind of rhythm is driven by something, and the founder who drives these hundreds of souls is the naked golden skeleton friar: the golden friar.

"Jin Xiu?" Lu Chen was shocked to see Jin Xiu sitting on the ground covered by mud and dead leaves.

it's not only that the black cloak has disappeared, but also that...