C690 Mysterious Cloak

"Clang!"

Zhu Zhijing's hands crossed over each other as he grabbed two magic wheel and collided with them. After a "qiang" sound, he threw out two magic wheel.

"Great Sun Golden Revolution Art!"

At this time, it was already dusk and in the sky, the sun had already begun to set, casting a crimson red light. But following Zhu Zhijing's loud shout