Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",Dongliu Jianzun's sword, piercing into the spatial vortex, did not deviate in direction. It pointed straight at Zhang Ruochen's heart. 。。