Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

entire Qingyun Pavilion mountain gate was surrounded by a ghostly mist formation. Within the thick black fog, cries of ghosts echoed endlessly. Those Qingyun Pavilion cultivators who panicked and ran...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 entire Tian Yao Fa Tan, no matter where the statues stood, a divine fire line flew out from their eyebrows, dancing in the high sky and connecting with the puppet.> It's unclear whether it was su...