In the pool of blood, the slender stems resemble blood vessels, greedily sucking the flesh below.

Between the rolling of the white bones, eleven pale pink flowers quietly bloomed, and a rich fragrance wafted up.

With the withering of the petals, the crimson fruit gradually took shape, and this evil fruit was the raw material for refining the elixir.

With the ripening of the Nether Fruit, the night owls also came to the cliff.

The two armies faced each other, sharpening their swords, chanting swords, and tumbling aura.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Mingque looked at the night owl's mutated right arm, his eyes slightly frozen.

Immediately, he pulled out the sword of slashing immortals, and a clear sword sound suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Slashing the Immortal Sword ,......

Run, it's not a game! 》Ji's Mingque 53 Go to war! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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