C565 The Blood Red Mark

On top of the collapsed mountain range, Xiao Yan was carrying a green dragon on his back. The green scales on his back were glowing with a golden light, and the Origin Qi in his dragon eyes was surging. His blood was boiling, and the roar of a dragon shook the heavens. The roar echoed for thousands of miles. This Holy Arts of Slaughter, which was known for its fierceness and fierceness