The Blood God had inherited his light magic.
Blood God No.2,had inherited darkness-style magic.
The 'Blood God', number three, had inherited the wood-style magic.
No. 4,and no. 5,were Feng, Huo, and Shui.
"Boss!" The three incarnations cried out in unison.
Lin Feng smiled awkwardly and was about to express his gratitude to the Ancestors of Sorcery when, all of a sudden, there was a gaping hole in the hiding space of the Ancestor of Sorcery. The breath of life that made one feel refreshed and happy surged into the hiding space.
At the same time, countless coffins began to shake, and the ground began to beat rhythmically.
"I feel something that belongs to me!" The voice of Xuanming came. No wonder he was a wind talker. Before Lin Feng could blink, Xuanming disappeared, leaving nothing
