บท 1383: The war of the twelve-winged clan and pride

At the thought of the dark and unknown land, who knew how many ancient evil creatures like the " Sutra swordsmen " had returned to the world from the sealed land.

Bai Wushang's sense of crisis became more and more intense, and he always had the illusion that " the building is about to collapse, and who can save it ".

"Is it possible for these fragments to be pieced back together and return to their original appearance?"

His heavy heart pushed his desire to become stronger.

Bai Wushang played with the stone tablet fragments as he hurried along, studying and groping repeatedly.

Unfortunately, it was very likely that a few of the stone tablet fragments were permanently missing, and no matter how hard he pieced them together, he could only get a rough glimpse of the outline.

However, there was a small fortune in the misfortune. Bai Wushang used his more delicate soul to catch the traces of the remaining runes.