C674 Littlecolor

On the Qingyang Island Island, Chen Yuyang held the green plum in his hand, drank a cup of wine and said, "You are courting death. Human Clan is a race that is flourishing under the heavens, so accepting the effects of Human Clan is your Witch Clan self-destructing. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches do not perish, how can the heavens compensate your Human Clan! "

Zhou Shan, looking around