The body falls apart.

Outside the mountain gate, the heavy rain was even more violent.

The mountain wind whistled, ghosts cried and wolves howled, as if playing a sad song.

"What's going on? Today, why can't I stop crying?"

Several outside disciples who were walking outside were stained with rain and felt inexplicably sad and depressed.

Wang An was almost certain at this time.

Qin Feng refined an amazing elixir in the back mountain of the outer gate.

The sixth grade pill does not have such effect.

"Is it...the seventh grade?"

Wang An was frightened by this idea and shook his head randomly:

"Impossible...the seventh grade...it's just a legend at the moment, and no one understands it at all..."

"The intensity of the strange phenomena in heaven and earth is not like the seventh grade elixir."
Chapter completed!