"What is the origin of these 'black vines'?"
General song Qing's long tail was coiled under his body. His body rose higher and higher, trying to get rid of the black mist that followed him like a shadow.
The cultivators could not answer her question, and the Saint was in a state of despair and helplessness.
Lucifer seemed to know something, but he didn't move for the time being. It was as if he was waiting for the perfect opportunity.
And the sundial Sage, who knew the truth, was obviously unwilling to speak.
Just when she thought that her question would not get an answer, a slightly tired and hoarse voice gently came over, "
"This is a curse."
She turned around in shock.
At the top of the 'giant tree', Sage yueshu slowly spoke.
His face could be called the most terrifying existence in the world. The 'light' and 'darkness' formed a clear dividing line on his face, which stretched across his lips.
