C124 Weapon Spirit(1)

A sinister laugh rang out, cold and unpredictable, as if it had come from the depths of hell. Then, a ghostly figure slowly formed in front of the stone door. It had sharp fangs and claws, and its ferocity was hard to distinguish.

"Ah!" When Qiuxiang saw this ghostly shadow, she was so frightened that her entire body turned cold. Her pretty face turned pale