Chapter 1100: The Black Ghost Robe

dressed in plain clothes, a sword hanging from his waist, arms crossed, and a calm expression, spoke, “Three million four hundred thousand.”“Luoyun Sword, so cold!” Another cultivator exclaimed amids...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 ethereal flying sword. Bang bang bang, the golden orb, which had been cleaved open, revealed Zhao Yuanduo's tearful face. He had originally thought that he had deployed his strongest defense, but...