Fresh blood, red, festive.
In the festive room, young master ao Tian said to Ling Jian ‘ER with a smile on his face.
When he heard that priest Wang was a sky demon, he was shocked for a very long time.
He never expected that after he left, all the people of their sect in the divine kingdom ruins would be killed.
Even the Grand Elder was killed by the Sky Demon.
A terrifying powerhouse who was not even thirty years old, a powerhouse who could destroy the entire dynasty by himself, even he felt his scalp go numb.
Fortunately, he had the lone sect as his backer, and he had his father.
“Young lord ao Tian, I hope that the lone sect can hand over the sky demon’s corpse to us. We want to use his corpse to pay tribute to the millions of spirits of our ice race in the sky!”
Beside him, Bing Fa Wu clenched his fists tightly as he growled in a low voice. His eyes were filled with deep hatred.
In fact, his eyes were filled with endless hatred when he looked at Bing Jian ‘er.