"The Holy River burns, and the world dies!"

Liu Zifeng roared, his eyes were already red as blood, and his breath was even more crazy. The immortal array of one yuan Vientiane turned again, and the energy was burning more fiercely, and the eight crystal pillar dragon also rushed into the holy river of yuan.

boom!

the vitality of the fairyland is even more chaotic, and the overwhelming crystal light bursts out. The powerful power has shaken the foundation of the holy river of the yuan spirit. A giant crystal dragon is flying up. It is bright, and there are signs of collapse in the void.

"it's now, the ancient...