"This poisonous python skin for ten thousand years is really thick." Watching Zhang Zhongxuan from the sidelines watching the python hovering in the making of a sacred tree for ten thousand years can’t help but say that the original five-color star sand blasting of the sacred sand can’t produce a little on the skin of the python for ten thousand years. Zhang Zhongxuan’s right hand and five fingers wound the sacred sand, and immediately the flag was raised and the soldiers returned to Zhang Zhongxuan’s hand, and the black dragon rope was also sacrificed at the same time.
The ten thousand-year-old python saw the shape of the black dragon rope and moved its mouth to spit out several mouthfuls of green sputum. The green arrow whistled at the black dragon and the black dragon body, and even a cloud of black gas was ejected. This cloud of black gas was actually the residual…