Jiang Fengtian was a little embarrassed by Shen Changge's fixed gaze.
He scratched his head.
"You don't have to be envious of me."
He said softly. He was well aware of Shen Changge's terror, but the reason why he could form the embryonic form of the vortex at this moment was also related to his strong background. After all, the resources needed for cultivation enlightenment could be imagined.
However, Shen Changge shook her head slightly.
Huala!
Suddenly.
He stirred up his aura, and suddenly, the spiritual energy behind him suddenly went berserk and began to rotate slowly. With a rumbling sound, it was as if a heavy and cumbersome machine had suddenly started to work!
Jiang Fengtian's eyes widened.
'This ...'
This was impossible!
