Blacklight was covering the world.
The spiritual power that was already dead...
At this moment, in this world of the Kunlun Mountains, it appears again.
"How is this possible!"
The sky above, the whole body spread out blacklight, Yao Ba was like the black sun, looking at Qin Feng's spirit force fluctuations, those four corners of the eye suddenly shrink with disbelief.
In his conception, ' God Fu Glory' is enough to suppress all cultivation power, how it might make spiritual power come out.
but…
Now that things have happened, he had to believe that this scene in front of him really happened.
Qin Feng holds the hand of Nangong Yiren in his left hand, and the ice is cold in the middle of the ice. He has a flame and pulsation. From his body, there is a spiritual force with arrogance and anger, which bursts through the black light.
"Yiren, please."
