this should be the site of the ancient Xian Ting ruins.After being reminded by Jun Xiaoyao this time.In the presence of these peerless prodigies, even more respect was directed towards him.Even faint...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.ang glanced at Wang Meng, who had already turned into a cloud of blood mist, his face was very calm.Jun Xiaoyao looked at the arrival.He could also feel that this young man was not of the same level a...