C1216 The unlucky martial saint

Ye Xiaoyao sneered, and just as he was about to speak, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his body trembled lightly, as though he had felt something unbelievable, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at the abyss below him.

At this time, within the Azure Dragon Stream, for some reason, a multicolored light flickered, and a berserk, desolate, and ancient aura emanated from it