"What are you howling for, it's just that an old ancestor has died, from today on, I am your old ancestor!"
Jiang Hui gave the Red-Haired Monster a blow to his head.
The Red-Haired Monster grimaced in pain, but it was effective. He immediately calmed down and obediently followed Jiang Hui.
In front of them.
Ten thousand desolate mountains, with the Great Taoist Treasure Bottle shattering, black shiny fresh blood sprayed out, watering these mountains. The continuous mountains instantly melted away like snow under fierce sunlight.
"Are you still not leaving, or are you coveting the Heavenly Seed?!"
The Taoist-shaped black shadow stood still, suddenly stared at Jiang Hui, and spoke coldly.
The Red-Haired Monster was shocked, chilled to the bone, and trembling uncontrollably when he heard the other's voice. Even his speech was mixed with a slight tremble.
