in Nanguo Gerong's bedroom, thick clouds roll and thunder bursts. The magic force of terror sweeps up, and three buildings in a row are crumbling.

Lu Chen's hands were separated to sacrifice the fairy Gang mask, which isolated the whole room from Nanguo garrison at the critical moment of entering the devil. The sound insulation and air separation array emerged in endlessly. His hands changed so fast that he couldn't even see them clearly. His clean robe was almost soaked with sweat.

"Damn it, how can this old man have such a huge evil spirit in his body?"

"five magic inheritance? It's not right. "

when the magic formula was...