lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form seals. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they had been carved from the same mold.,All the cultivators besieging Zu Guanglie coughed up blood.,Not until all the Daoists had left and the token in his hand shattered did Li Yi slightly tilt his head to look at the expanding Zhu Rong fire seed.。