struck out with a palm strike towards Lu Xia Tian.The endless stench of death, even from dozens of miles away, sent shivers down the spines of Zhàn Yuè Liéng's cultivators. They feared that the corpse...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！lly harvest these spirit grasses, it would be best. If not, if we really have to fight, we'll join forces to kill the eight-legged ox beast."Zhan Yunliang spoke in a low voice."Bi Xiao Lingcao" Lu Xia...