C1293 It Was Just Xun Zhonghou's Usual Operation

"Brat, you want to kill me? You are still too young." Luan Xin's face was ferocious. The golden disk on his head slowly rotated, and a golden curtain of light swept towards Xun Zhonghou like a tide.

"Time Spirit Cultivator!"

When the little rock on the Intelligent Chariot saw this scene, he was extremely worried.

Among the ten great Spirit Cultivators