Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi was first slightly stunned, and then, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.,This Holy Mansion, how do you expect us to just give it to you,Give me a break 。A half-transparent aquatic demigod, a Saint King in his prime, charged forward, blocking the path of the golden dragon carriage. He mobilized the laws of water through his sacred arts, causing a silver river to appear on his palm. 。The long river swirled, turning into a liquid spear that shot towards the Golden Stepper Dragon Chariot. 。。