The coordinates of the immortal land

In the boundless void, Yu Shengfeng and the others were flying slowly.

Yunxiao noticed that the black-robed man had not said a word from the beginning to the end, and there was not even any fluctuation of primordial energy. He was following behind Chu Shengfeng like a shadow. If he had not seen him with his own eyes, it would have been difficult to believe that this man existed.

my Lord, " Yunxiao suddenly asked, " are you going to the ancient Devil's well? "

This was because they were not heading toward the Warlock God's Island. Instead, they were flying along the end of the sea.

"Oh?"

Yu Shengfeng revealed a cold smile and said, " "Is the ancient Devil's well really that crack?"

Yunxiao seemed to have heard something. He pondered and said, " "Could it be that the so-called Rift mayflies had existed hundreds of years ago?"