"Why is elder martial brother Jin so persistent?" Minxian sighed, but her body shape did not retreat. Behind her, a cloud appeared. Countless petals fell and danced in the sky. The cloud gradually condensed into a virtual image of a woman, without the majesty of the emperor or the holy light. It seemed that she was just an ordinary woman, with soft eyes and a compassionate look. A drop of tears rolled slowly on her cheek 。

the sea of flowers buries the soul. The whole world is in sorrow. The heaven and earth are in great sorrow!

it's the Dharma phase as well as the supernatural power. Elder Jin...