In the sea of ​​illusion, only the blue gold tree has some value.

But blue gold alcohol liquid is just a pleasure after all, and it is of no use to cultivation. It is inevitable that it will be unsalable during wartime.

Therefore.

Among the many industries controlled by Zhao Yang that are ready to take action, Huanbohai is more difficult to take action. At this time, it was the first to take action, and Zhao Yang was also happy.

"Five hundred miles in radius is enough."

The fire scattered people said lightly.

His whole body was covered with a black robe, only his mouth was opened and closed. He had a bit of strange aura on his body, which, in Zhao Yang's opinion, was even more intense in the magic aura.

He must be a demon monk.

"I don't know if it's a person from the White Bone Demon Sect."

Zhao Yang guessed in his heart, and suddenly shook his head again, "Is it something to do with me?"
Chapter completed!