Then, the Hundred Refining Artifact Sect, which has been calm for so long, will inevitably become turbulent again. And

Now is not the time for the Hundred Refining Artifact Sect to rise again.

Afraid of knowing that there was an undercurrent surging in the Hundred Refining Weapons Sect at this moment, he had no choice but to let it go.

And when he goes there, he must play his final role and burn the afterglow in order to protect the dying Bailian."

Xie Luo..." He

Turning towards the direction of Qiangu Peak, I thought of Su Xuan inexplicably.

"I hope...my guess is not wrong..."

Under the watchful eyes of many cultivators from the Hundred Refining Sect, he walked down the Tianxia Peak.

This body is old and proud. He

Yang Yinlong is a divine dragon that soars in the nine heavens. He swims in the shallows because of the Hundred Refining Weapons Sect. But

In this life, he has never had a single regret.

"In the end, we still failed to protect this place. Old sect leader, I'm sorry, Hidden Dragon can't wait for your return." He murmured with deep nostalgia...

…sky

Furnace Sect. Cao

A plum blossom rested on Xiuzhi's fingertips.

She pinched it suddenly and crushed it with indifference.

"The Hidden Dragon is trapped. No one can stop me, Cao Xiuzhi, after a hundred refinements."

……hour

The time is long, the years are roaring. Two

The month flies by in a blink of an eye. Ling

Xiaoxian Tomb.No.

The first level of burial in the sky.

That vast sea.

The wind howled and the waves surged into the sky.

But on this day, the wind stopped and the waves stopped.

Only the slightest ripples appeared on the sea surface.

In the deepest place, a murmur suddenly sounded.

"No fear, no respect. I think like a dragon, just to soar..."

The voice was hoarse and inaudible, but it carried sonorous power.

Gradually, the sound became louder.

The final sound was like thunder, resounding across the vast sea.
Chapter completed!