The morning breeze lifted the robes and hair, suddenly feeling like I was wandering in endless void.
My heart, at this moment, seemed to be sublimated.
The starlight shone brightly, from ancient times to the present.
Fang Che suddenly remembered the First Form of the Junlin Nine Forms.
Was that a beam of light... piercing the darkness of the sky?
Unconsciously, the Netherworld was already in his hand, his body stood straight, and the spear intent suddenly surged fiercely.
At this moment, he felt a clear sense.
He and the spear had already become one, inseparable, and he could even feel with his palm the overwhelming excitement and jubilation of the little elf Ming Shi.
The ground beneath his feet was an extension of his body, the wind and clouds of Chang Kong were the convergence of his energy, and the sudden appearance of Killing Aura, Killing Qi, and Killing Intent was filling it all.
