Xuan Zhizun's power is between five million dragons and twelve million dragons.

Ling Yun's current strength is close to the limit of Xuan Zhizong! "Ling Yun."

The thunder catastrophe has passed, Ling Yun no longer restrains Xuan Chunxin, and the latter comes out of the world of clouds and mist.

The way she looked at Ling Yun was astonishing.

She witnessed with her own eyes that Ling Yun survived two devastating catastrophes in a row.

There are still people here.

"Teacher, do you know where the treasure house of the Golden Holy Land is?"

Ling Yun asked.

Xuan Chunxin's eyes suddenly brightened, and her attention was diverted: "Duanhuo came to the Golden Holy Land back then, and I got her memory, and I really know where the treasure house of the Golden Holy Land is."

"lead the way."

Ling Yun said immediately.

This is a great opportunity.

It is rare that most of the top masters of the Golden Lion Clan are not here, and the remaining masters who are left behind have also been destroyed.

To him, the current Golden Holy Land is like a treasure house with no door locks.

Ten minutes later, Ling Yun and Xuan Chunxin arrived in front of the Golden Holy Land Treasure House.
Chapter completed!