surprised, he tilted his head and looked at lin hui, who had a surge in momentum.
the little ghost said a word, unexpectedly let him
eak through to the realm of the first war emperor, launch such a gun.
"of urse!"
lin hui stared at lin xuanran dead, holding the long gun in his hand tightly.
the momentum that has
oken through the first order of war emperors is still soaring.
"that's enough."
he stood up in shock, went to lin hui, and put his hand on lin hui's shoulder.
the true yuan ran and pressed down lin hui's momentum.
such a forced
eakthrough can indeed give full play to the power far beyond its own realm in a period of time, but after that it will hurt the foundation, one is wrong, and it will even be useless, and it will not even be possible to practice again.
lin hui looked back and took a look at the surprise language. he knew that the surprise language was also for his own good.
"we should go."
seeing that lin hui's mood had stabilized, he withdrew his hand and looked at lin