Nine Dreams Break the Sky

..." Huang Ling's voice was weak, but it was filled with a bone-chilling chill, "I, Huang Ling, swear here that if there is an afterlife, I will cut you into pieces and make you pay for the blood debt of the Zhao family! If you violate this oath, you will be struck by thunder from the sky and will never be reincarnated! " The smile on Zhao Kun's face froze, and then he snorted coldly: "The next life? You can't even survive this life, how dare you talk about the next life? Call me! Fight to death! " Several security guards immediately surrounded him, and the steel pipe hit Huang Ling hard with the sound of wind. Every blow was accompanied by the crisp sound of broken bones, and severe pain flooded Huangling like a tide. He struggled to open his eyes and looked in the direction of Lushan Mountain. I saw that the clouds and mist in Lushan Mountain seemed to come alive, rolling continuously and condensing into nine blurry shadows, like nine immortals in ancient costumes, looming in the clouds and mist. "Nine Dreams of Misty Rain... The Soul of Northern Jiangxi..." "This... What is this? "Zhao Kun looked at the strange scene in front of him, and the pride on his face turned into horror, "Quick! Kill him quickly!