Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fu F

way to win.However, the despair goes even deeper than that.Above the heavens, there are drops of crimson blood, falling like meteors.That was the prospective emperor of the Nether Country, heavily in...Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fufeng, Suppressing Quasi-Immortals with One Hand

A voice, cold and powerful, echoed across the heavens.

At this moment, no one refuted.

Su Hongyi and Shen Le naturally wouldn't retort.

Maharaja, too, had long since been won over by Jun Xiaoyao's performance.

As for Zhúyè and Yún Xiǎohēi.

Now we are like two trembling mice. in any domain, Mount Wufang itself is a hidden small world, difficult for ordinary people to find. 。"Luoluo said" 。"I see." 。"Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly" 。Although he had already been certain in his...