Ancient God Emperor

is like a dying struggle, but also like a prepared sword.,Jinchuan roared, and a strong wind spit out from his mouth, like a hurricane, shaking down all the leaves in the whole mountain forest, flying in mid-air, making a "rustling" sound.,suddenly, Zhang Ruoxien seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked up and looked at a restaurant in the distance. He seemed to see a familiar figure.。