C1845 Resisting Haojin Grand Sun Primordial Fire

In the blink of an eye, the wind cut across his neck, the flute music stopped, and golden blood spilled all over the sky.

After the sound of the flute's flute melody faded away, the dazed expressions of Qingxiang and the rest all returned to their minds.

However, at the very next moment, a ray of light suddenly fell from the sky, shrouding the mind that had lost its head.

Then