As the blood-colored thorn forest opened little by little, ripples began to appear in the deep pit in the center of the Dead Netherworld.

At the bottom of the pit, the light is bizarre, and all kinds of light are intertwined and flickering.

Through the layers of black mist that seemed to be rippling with ink, a huge insect chrysalis could be vaguely seen, the insect was white and extremely transparent, and through the hazy light, it could even be seen that the warm luster of beeswax could be seen.

The back of the insect was a cracked mouth, and a small pale cyan tree took root in it, the small tree was between reality and illusion, and the branches were interspersed, and the pale cyan light supported a vague dream.

Through that layer of dreamy halo, you can vaguely ......

Run, it's not a game! 》Ji's Mingque 82 Sword of the Cold Dragon! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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