C642 Nine Dew of Exquisite Dust

On the Eclipse Plains, the sounds of killing never stopped. The smell of blood had already filled the air.

Smoke rose and billowed as a figure constantly flashed past.

After Mu Yichen's primordial spirit and body fused together, he looked at the light wall thousands of meters away, and waved his hand to bring Mo Zishi, who was not far away, over. After muttering in his ear