Huo Linger's lively eyes reflected the scarlet feather floating in her palm. There were sparks burning on it and it looked very hot, but Huo Linger could only feel the warmth and the resonance of blood.
"Haha, this is a bit of spiritual light left for you by those two old guys. It can purify your bloodline!" The shadows of the six kings reflected from the long river of time all dissipated. Only the king who was still alive remained here. After all, he was not dead yet. But after a while, he would also dissipate.
"Yes, your strength is much worse than these three juniors!"
Huo Ling'er: ...
Even if the person in front of me is their ancient ancestor, to be honest, I feel ashamed. Or maybe this is the generation gap.
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