The true dragon's scepter has no weapons, but it has instinctive will and will resist any creature that wants to control it.

Su Xuan is no exception.

"puff!"

Su Xuan vomited blood, but his eyes were sharper.

At the moment, he is refining the Feitian Emperor Sword of Jian Zong and the Dragon Tiger Emperor Sword of Xiahou Longhu, but the strength in his body is not enough.

but.

"At this moment, I have a rich foundation, open it for me!"

Su Xuan shouted sharply.

"boom!"

During this time, treasures snatched from several imperial clans appeared one after another.

The morning and evening sun, the crystal water of the Tianhe River, the snow spirit veins...these treasures appeared around Su Xuan.

The cold eyes of the spiritual emperors of several major clans suddenly widened.

Damn it! The person next to Su Xuan is the treasure of their tribe, how could they not recognize it! The Blood Emperor couldn't help but open his eyes when he had closed his eyes.

How many groups of spiritual emperors were robbed?

The Blood Emperor's eyelids twitched.
Chapter completed!