C1197 Purple God Thunder

"This again, no new ideas!"

Ye Meng curled his lips and said indifferently.

This son of a b * tch old man really knew how to play tricks. If he had the ability, why did he pull out the Heavenly Dao and let the big guy see it?

Summoning a few Thunders to scare all the native Martial Cultivators in the world, who wouldn't know how to do it?

Amidst Ye Meng's bellyful