The ship stopped in front of the mountain range.
The nine-colored fog in front of him was rolling and constantly changing.
"Take out all the precious clothes, armors, and defensive treasures!" Sir system said.
As he spoke, he waved his hand and a purple robe flew out and he put it on. Then, a few shields flew out and covered himself tightly.
Old Daoist Liu also took out a treasured clothing, a tortoise shell, and his signature hoe on his shoulder.
"Kid, look at brother Liu later. This hoe of mine is a godly hoe. It's the best at digging for treasures! Daoist Liu patted his chest and boasted.
Liu Moran and heartless sword immortal also put on their treasured clothing and summoned their shields.
Tang Hao hesitated. It was not that he did not have any treasured clothing, but he had too many. He had killed five thousand-year-old monsters, and each of them had many treasures. He had quite a few treasured clothing.
