Chapter 497: Crimson Cloud Purple Fruit

Yan glared angrily at the orchid, his face flushed red. Spiritual energy frantically surged into his palm, and he struggled to grasp it, pulling it upward with all his might.The four people behind cou...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！imprint on the inner hall - each one surpassed Qin Sang's imagination.These are the holy relics left behind by these people, which still remain undiminished and awe-inspiring to this day.A Mahayana cu...