Chương 725: the saint, he jiuyang

on the peak of the mountain, bai wushang raised his head slightly and observed the huge creature in the sky.

no one knew how many years this black and red ancient castle had been in war, but it was still as bright as the sun and as eternal as the moon. it was filled with a bloody aura.

even a saint dragon seemed tiny and insignificant in front of it. it was as if one was heaven and the other was earth. there was a difference of cloud and mud.

"it's only been a few years since i took a nap, and someone has already passed the test of the dragon court. what a rare thing ..."

a pure ancient dragon language sounded out, and the sky rumbled. the nearby dragon figures trembled, and their heads were almost touching the ground.

bai wushang wasn't affected.