Chapter 1100: The Black Ghost Robe

cracking and snapping like twigs. The old tree root-like hand, bypassing Lu Xia Tian's severed arm, slammed into his chest.At this moment, Lu Xiaoteng's body flew backward like a broken sandbag. If no... covered in spiritual plants, with a golden peng soaring above the clouds. Below, many places were densely populated by humans, and in the mountains further away, there were signs of demonic creatures...