Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

rrived late. Chen Ping killed your master and escaped..."Ning Zhi said, but his eyes kept scanning the Zhenmo Tower.At first glance of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, Ning Zhi was captivated by its anci...d, it was as if something was blocking it.Here, although his divine sense was not severed, it could not enter the dungeon at all.Chen Ping raised his hand, and a golden light flickered on his palm.He...