Crossing The Borders

Chi chi!

The sound was too loud to ignore!

The roots must have been enchanted by the golden light, but they were smashed in by the purple crescent.

The roots had to burst into enchantment but the crescent had also exhausted its power. It slammed away, forcing the refined youth to retreat a few steps.

The green trees and the Primordial Spirit were finally exposed to the crowd.

Of course, at the moment, the nearest one was actually the young refined man in the white robe.

Looking at the golden eclipse like a silk weaving, it turned into a little light in the air. The young refined man could not hide the joy on his face.

He was carrying a purple ax and was trying to deceive himself. As soon as he saw the silver pillar that had been shot into the vague silhouette of the shadow, it dissipated quickly.

On top of the green tree that was a height of ten feet, a green figure was seen standing there.