C517 The Invincible Uncle Blacksmith

At this moment, Shi Bin was still sitting cross-legged on the side, maintaining the "Demon Refining Pot". The middle-aged man beside the pot was sweating profusely, and the green light in the air was becoming stronger and stronger.

The Golden Dragon King and the blood-red Crimson Dragon had already begun their fusion. Only the tiny bit of consciousness of the Dragon King of the Eight Tribes