Only poor people can care about love, hate, gain and loss, and pay and repay.

Do you understand?

But neither Ancestor Lie Cang nor the ray of true flame fused by Ling Xiao is the true true flame of the sun.

If Ling Xiao's prediction was correct, there must be this true flame among the Golden Crow clan.

"No…"

Xiao Gan looked resentful, roared angrily, and holy patterns suddenly surrounded his body.

Colorful brilliance began to emerge, transforming into sacred mountains and thousands of grand scenes.

The aura of the Holy Lord began to revive, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

The collision between the two powerful saints immediately attracted countless powerful people from the Xuantian Immortal Domain.

On top of Xiao Gan's head, there is a golden ancient mirror, which reaches up to the nine heavens and down to the mysterious world, with great power.

only!!

The moment the Golden Crow fell, countless cracks burst out on the ancient mirror.

And the colorful divine light shrouding Xiao Gan's body gradually dimmed and shattered.
Chapter completed!