Li Zhao swung his fish tail at the bottom of the river, causing the fine sand to dance wildly. He couldn't suppress the fishy-sweet feeling in his throat.
She has only been in human form for seven days, and her human form has not yet stabilized, so how could the thunder calamity wait for her. There are cold jade beads in the blue mass in front.
The faint blue is the light emitted by the cold jade. The cold jade is wrapped in a stone box half a man's height and sunk in the deepest part of the river.
If the demon cultivator wants to survive the thunder tribulation for five hundred years, she must rely on the cold soul in this bead to suppress the demon pill, otherwise the thunder and fire will roast her into a burnt fish.
Just as she was about to reach out and take it, the hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood up. There are other people here.
Huddled behind the reef was a man in a green shirt, with a bronze machine box hanging on his waist, lowering his head and fiddling with a compass.
The carvings on the surface of the compass suddenly lit up, and as soon as he raised his head, he looked towards where Li Zhao was hiding.
