His strength is unclear and his identity is unknown.

At least in their information book, there should not be such a person among the human race, who can use an iron pot to make elixirs, and can also silently kill eighteen powerful men of the Great Saint Realm of the Black Wing Tribe! This is how a scene appeared.

An unimaginable scene.

A human race was walking in front holding an iron pot, and there was another person following him.

A few hundred meters away, a group of strong men from the three-community alliance were walking on tiptoe, trying not to make any sound or movement! The distance of a few hundred meters was just an instant movement for Fang Yue.

However, this seems to have become a tacit understanding. As long as the coalition forces of the three tribes behind him do not exceed this distance, Fang Yue will not attack them! In this way, he has walked a distance of hundreds of kilometers! The time of one stick of incense has passed

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In Fang Yue's small iron, the elixirs have been initially formed. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one elixirs in total, and there is a faint fragrance of elixirs.

The fragrance of this elixir is not strong, but it gives a feeling of relaxation and joy! Tian Mohou stared at these elixirs closely.

Because these elixirs gave him a mysterious feeling.

It is obvious that these elixirs are at most the elixirs of the Void Immortal Realm, but in the eyes of the Heavenly Demon Marquis, these elixirs have a mysterious feeling that even he cannot see through.

"You have already chased me this far, do you still want to chase me?"
Chapter completed!