C266 Resentful Demonic Cultivator

"You're courting death!" Zhao Jun was infuriated. A purple flame rose from the top of her head, then spread out like a lotus.

An icy cold aura engulfed the entire tomb. Even Qing Yan, who was standing opposite, could not help but frown as he waved his sword to cut off more than half of the purple flames. The remaining half of the flames rushed towards the tall and short Ghost Immortal s