nangong was asked by those people, but lowered his head.
she uld see how these people had called the wind and rain, but now the evil gods were not as powerful as they were at that time.
"the spirit of the dark sky, for some reason, is already very thin, not only the evil gods, but also the other patriarchs."
her voice was a little low, and as a master of evil gods, she did not know how to acunt to these elders.
"mm-hmm."
those people were not surprised, but sighed helplessly.
they fought from the sky to help szeto chong, he still do not miss the old feelings, want to kill them all. the evil gods are still here, and they are already very pleased.
"well, what does the young master say when he es to fight this time?"
the people sighed angrily, looked at the nangong and asked loudly.
they have been fighting for 3000 years, and people who fight in war still know what they think of the underworld. with the strength and identity of the southern palace, every step taken in the day of fighting is full of risks, not to mention the appearance of heaven and man, not to mentio