The distorted space was destroyed by the collision of two energies, and in the pitch-black space, pale thunder and lightning flashed, and they were the rifts in the space that had been spreading infinitely. The two energies were separated up and down, Lin Feng gently patted the little dust on his clothes, and there was no emotion on his face, and his eyes never opened in the middle of the battle. "Uncle......" exclaimed the dying dragon phantom. The most feathering Yang Jishu is affectionate, so he hates coldly, "I have seen your efforts...

Chapter 291 of the Book of Creation: Let's go! I hit it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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