Chapter 1043: Condensing the Future Primordial Spirit, Glimp

ehind me."Only one's own father, the White-Robed God King, Jun Wureng!"Father..."Jun Xiaoyao finally spoke, though he seemed a little out of place."Don't worry, if the sky falls, your father will hold... from taking possession."Wait a minute, hold on!"Motian Patriarch's primordial spirit emanated fluctuations."If you can't possess me, then you want to scheme against me"Li Chengtian naturally wouldn't...