Ancient God Emperor

she carries the real qi to her palms, and the palms make a wheezing sound, condensing sharp and crystal ice spines. Wrist shake, dozens of ice thorns, at the same time fly to A Le.,A master at the peak of the late celestial pole died so unwillingly that after his death, a pair of eyes still stared straight at the sky without closing his eyes.,suddenly, Zhang Ruoxien seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked up and looked at a restaurant in the distance. He seemed to see a familiar figure.。