Wang Wenyang walked in front of Lin Xuan and bowed respectfully.
"Consort, can you tell me in detail what is the Mystic Sky Flying Dragon?"
The Mystic Sect he controlled had existed for more than 12,000 years.
Ever since he became the sect master, he had more or less mastered the knowledge and skills left behind by his ancestor.
The only thing was that he didn't know what a Mystic Sky Flying Dragon
was.
Lin Xuan's words and actions made Wang Wenyang certain that the North Mystic Heaven's Consort was definitely more knowledgeable than he had imagined.
Lin Xuan said calmly, "The so-called Mystic Sky Flying Dragon is just a Feng Shui formation."
"Mystic refers to time, while sky refers to space, and flying dragon represents slaughter!"
"This formation was created by Feilong Zhenren thirty-six thousand years ago."
Wang Wenyang and the others revealed shocked expressions.
