轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.d, preventing the Ancestor of the Holy Spirit from leaving."Kill!"The Sword God Dugu and the Kunlun Celestial Master made their move again, their auras surging, their laws surging, and sword light fil...