"There is..."
Chu Lin's eyes flashed and looked at the horizon. This group of people was also huge. They were dressed in dark red robes, and a strange wave emanated from their bodies. It was amazing.
"The dead man of the dark clan!" Long Chong whispered in the ear canal.
"Oh?"
Chu Lin's eyebrows are slightly raised. The only contact between Chu Lin and the dead dark sect is in the blood star.
The dead dark sect is one of the top ten interstellar forces, but their fighting style is very strange. The disciples of the dead dark sect not only refine the Qi of corpses, but also cultivate the ability to control the corpses of foreign animals.
"The strongest Fang, if I am not mistaken, is the most outstanding young disciple of the dead dark sect, the dark devil Li Gui."
"Dark devil..."
Chu Lin looked up. Behind two dark red and fashionable old men, there was a straight gray haired youth. In his gray and white eyes, the terrible energy waves radiated out. After a few eyes, Chu Lin took back his sight, walked leisurely in the crowd and looked at the things on the roadside.
Just as Chu Lin was observing some small things, he suddenly heard a restlessness in front of him. He raised his eyes, but he heard a large crowd of people in front of him. In the faint, there was a girl's sharp voice yelling.
Hearing the familiar voice, Chu Lin was stunned. Then he looked at him. Zhao Mengdie was not there. He frowned and quickly walked forward.