C1783 Scrap of golden paper

In the air, Ling Yun's figure was as straight as a spear. He stood tall and straight, and a hint of demonic red color quietly disappeared from his eyes. His long hair draped across his shoulders, and his clothes floated in the air.

The phoenix fire that had turned into red, orange and yellow began to burn intensely, and the blood mist gradually dissipated.

In his hand, other than the purple