Chapter 497: Crimson Cloud Purple Fruit

willing to leave, so Qin Sang had to pour out another drop.He remembered that year, when the old man fed two fiery jade centipedes a drop of crimson fire gold, both spirit worms began to molt. It seem..., and I will do my best to translate it accurately.Qin Sang raised his head, the sky was a somber gray.The immortal formation seemed to be nonexistent, and it was easy to see the hurricane outside.He...