Chapter 189: The Fragments of the Burial Scripture

As the sky gradually dimmed, Situ Hao stood alone in front of the stone slab. In the lonely dark night, there is a thin but very strong figure waving his arms somewhere. He pauses again and again, and strikes suddenly. The slightly bulging muscles seem to be red and swollen. When the five fingers are tightened, they are gradually tightened. When he punched his fist, the muscles suddenly swelled twice. Situ Hao's long hair was fluttering in the dark night. The breeze at the moment was hot, but it could still bring him a little bit of coolness. There is no other reason. Today, the spiritual energy in Situ Hao's body has been completely consumed, leaving a little ice-blue light lingering in his dantian, like a bored elf with nothing to do.