Fu Changqing Shi Shiran stood outside the resurrecting formation, looking from a distance, smiling evilly and wildly.

Lingjun looked at him in shock and suddenly grinned: " Oh , you can't help it anymore. King of Black Mist, right? Tsk, tsk , tsk , there's really no taste in getting this nickname..."

Zhengze held the sword aside, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

Fu Changqing's face at this time was extremely colorful: "You..."

"King of Black Mist, your ...