The dilemma of not being able to get it is a world full of malice, full of juggling and juggling.

Again and again, the malice, and the constant extreme Fang Dang's killing machine, but before Fang Dang could vent the killing machine, he changed the scene, so that the killing machine continued to accumulate in Fang Dang's heart, and finally, it broke out.

The light gate appeared out of thin air, and there was a bloody red inside.

A figure slowly walked out of it, it was a monster, a monster with blood dripping from every pore on its body.

The huge oppressive force caused the surrounding flowers and peach blossoms to be dyed red, and then they peeled off from the branches and withered before they could fall to the ground.

The monks who were waiting in the back suddenly encountered such a huge killing pressure, and they all showed pain on their faces, especially those with low cultivation or no cultivation, and their eyes were full of blood, and they felt that they were about to be crushed into flour by the killing force, and they couldn't move.

But fortunately, the pressure of this killing machine comes and goes quickly.

The bloodied monster disappeared, and out of the light gate was the dashing young man who had clear eyes, but now had a little more depth.

At this time, Fang Dang had a faint smile on his face, which was completely different from the monster that dripped blood from his pores before, and even had a little more peace on his body, a trace of tenacity after a long time of wind and rain, a kind of light cloud and light wind, and the temperament of the whole person was warm, like a piece of jade that had been polished for a long time, fundamentally