C318 One Hundred and Eighty-five Pills

The noon sun in July was in high spirits.

Tang Weiji's sword landed on the ground, he could use the clear Sword Intent.

The long river of sword shadows that filled the sky shrank back, and dense pine needles began to move silently.

"The Mirage Monster, right? Is his heart at ease? " Tang Weiji sneered, "Capable?"

Taoist Soongyun's heart shuddered once again