"But now let alone danger, this dragon descendant is almost entering the edge of the Central District!"

——What is that guy from that guy? He is so strong?

Whether it was behind the black giant cave, some existence in the Beast God Realm, or Garuda, who was thinking about this question. After a while, the voice of the Beast God Realm slowly spoke: "Garulu, aren't you the golden-winged bird of the Great Phang, eating the blood of five hundred dragons a day... Your bloodline premonition, what level of true dragon does this guy think is the bloodline of?"

"Is it the demon king, demon god, or the ancestor of the ancient demon realm, the blood of the 'Great Saint'?"

"The golden-winged bird eats Naga, not a dragon...but its origin is similar." Garulo subconsciously retorted, but it held its breath and sensed it from a distance, but found nothing, with a blank look: "I can't feel anything... Can I be the fake golden-winged bird bloodline?"

But this confusion only takes a moment, and soon it makes a decision.

"Seeing how to deal with this guy, no trap formation or miscellaneous soldiers work..."

"It seems that I can only take action myself!"

At the same time, he was stabbing out a gun, slamming a revitalized Yimushu man who was more than ten meters tall, directly punching the core spiritual center of Su Zhou, who burst into pieces, raised his head as if he felt something: "Someone is spying on me."

But then, he shrugged and looked up at the location of the Central Five Mountains, which was not too far away. "Forget it, no matter who he is."
Chapter completed!