Ancient God Emperor

A Le stared at Zhang Ruochen, looked at the blood on his hands, showed a stiff smile, and said, "you have changed a lot in the past two years. As far as I remember, two years ago, you wouldn't have been in trouble. ",A Le said, "if a general's achievements are withered, a thousand men will be slaughtered under the sword of the saints." Every saint's sword must be stained with the blood of thousands of people. Eun Gong, I can feel that the road of practice that you have to take will be more difficult than mine. ",suddenly, Zhang Ruoxien seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked up and looked at a restaurant in the distance. He seemed to see a familiar figure.。