When Chen Lin smelled the scent of the flower, he felt his body with boiling blood like boiling water, his dense cells shaking. He was like a beggar who had been hungry for many days, and the flower was like a table of delicious food, drooling, eager to immediately devour and perfect the flower.
Fang Ming was stunned at the sight. Unexpectedly, this flower was so attractive to cultivators. He immediately said, "Master, you must not swallow this flower, or it will surely explode and kill you."
Lin Chen was taken aback. He bit his lip, suppressing his instincts. He looked at the purple flower and said, "What kind of treasure is this?" It is very alluring to me."
Fang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sir, I have seen this flower in ancient books. It is said to be created by the Ancient Gods.
Soon, a dark shadow came from afar, as fast as lightning, with a huge body. From a distance, it looked like a black mountain, magnificent and awe-inspiring.
