บท 1485: ! battle of rules

At the same time, dust and sand could not reach the vast green sky.

The Orthodox cultivators who were watching the battle were also talking in low voices.

He fuqiong stood in the air, his dark green robe fluttering in the wind. He frowned and said in a deep voice, " &Quot; something's not right. The demons summoned by old demon 'five plagues' are too weak! &Quot;

"It's indeed strange," the others nodded.

"Since they want to devour PEI Ling's Foundation, why are these demonic creatures so weak?"

Wenren lingse's short hair fluttered in the wind. As she rose and fell, her black hair brushed against her lower jaw, making her look even more Vermillion. She said in a deep voice, " "The old devil 'five plagues' is a dujie-stage cultivator, so his means are definitely not as simple as we think."