chapter 350 The magic sword can suppress the world,

Matsu Floris looked at the gradually extinguishing flames, raised his head to the sky above the small world, and looked at the setting sun. It was gradually getting darker, and dusk was approaching. The sunset glow in the horizon illuminated the entire sky, and the fiery clouds gathered into a sea of ​​clouds, which was ever-changing, and no two clouds were alike. The unrestrained clouds floated, changing into various shapes, doing whatever they wanted, not bound by form. He thought of Jiao...