C1102 Immortal Cultivation the Xumi Myth

Yan Xin raised his sword. This feeling was very good.

White Cloud, the wind is fine, the clouds are unbroken, the gown is dancing with the wind.

Yan Xin looked down at the green mountain and the clear water beneath his feet. It was so cozy.

Ever since the Qing Qiu plane, he had not been able to fly for a long time.

However, at that time, in Ba Ku's eyes, he was a demon