Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Nor did he know how many talismans he had used, finally, Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun were getting closer and closer to the Holy Palace. Even with the two of them's composure, they couldn't help but show excitement at this moment. 。,This Holy Mansion, how do you expect us to just give it to you,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。