Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Suddenly, the air in the underground cave violently vibrated, accompanied by the roar of a dragon and the sound of wheels turning. 。,Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns"。