"Boy, you were created by me. I can build you, but I can also destroy you."

The arrogant voice of the leader sounded.

Long Fei curled up his lips, sneered contemptuously, and said: "I never belong to anyone, I am just me, a super handsome guy."

As soon as the words fell.

Long Fei's eyes darkened, and he stared at the Burning Sky Dragon Spear and said, "Let me ask you, do you want to go out? Do you want a wonderful life? Do you want to be passionate? Do you want to be noticed forever?"

"Or...you want to continue to remain silent here for another six million years, or even longer!"

"do you want?"

Word by word.

Every sentence pierces the heart, and every sentence kills.

Long Fei couldn't resist the power erupted from the Burning Sky Dragon Spear.

No one can resist it.

but.

Long Fei knows what a weapon wants.

He wants to kill with passion, he wants to compete for supremacy, and he wants to be the overlord of weapons, just like a warrior wants to be the strongest king.

The Burning Sky Dragon Spear has been silent for six million years. He is unknown and no one in the entire Tianwu Continent remembers his existence.

In this Dragon Head Cemetery, he is nothing, just a scrap iron pillar.

The Burning Sky Dragon Spear stabbed him.

Ancestor Qinglong's heart tightened, and the expressions of other ancestors also changed drastically.

I thought to myself: "It's over!"

"Boss, he's dying!"

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Chapter completed!