If Luanyun could see all this and paint it into an oil painting, it would definitely be a magnificent painting. It's a pity that at this time, Luanyun no longer has any sense of the world.
Feidu closed his eyes and softly chanted the scriptures he had read in the mountains for thousands of years. The scriptures passed through the strange purple patterns that blocked him and the fighting sky like ribbons, cutting the dragon's body like sharp swords, and painful roars came from the sky from time to time.