lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.,This man had sword brows that reached his temples, a handsome and dignified bearing. His crimson flame-patterned robe was intricately and anciently woven, making him stand out from the crowd. However, at this moment, his hair was disheveled and his robe had some tears, revealing a touch of embarrassment.,Under the support of the Nine Evil Xuan Yin Formation, ten thousand snakes grew wildly and were constantly reborn. The art of setting fire to the prairie lost its enduring power and was slowly dissolved.。