Behind the valley of the Valley of Hundred Flowers is the entrance to the Immortal God Clan's enchantment, deep within the territory of the enchantment.

On the top of a tree-lined mountain, there is a small temple, and in the center of the temple sits a man in ink clothes on a futon, meditating silently with his eyes closed.

An old man in white clothes and white hair stepped into the air and floated down to a silver willow tree next to the temple.

"Prophet, the Spirit Stone is shattered!"

The high priest's voice was clear and shallow, ethereal and resentful.

The man in ink in the temple suddenly opened his eyelids, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were all black, looking eerie and terrifying, dark and mysterious.

"It's finally here!"

The Prophet curled the corners of his mouth slightly, first with a long sigh, then with a maniacal laugh.

"yes, it's finally here!" The high priest bows his head.

There are 3,000 worlds and 3,000 small worlds between heaven and earth! In the big world, there is a sky outside the world in the small world!

There are gods living in the outer heavens, and the immortal gods once lived in the outer heavens.

It's just that later he broke through a catastrophe and was relegated to a world, where the people of the undead god clan lived.

Children do not grow up, youth do not grow old, old age does not die.

This tribe is imprisoned in time and never enters reincarnation.

There will be no new life in this tribe, and there will be no hope without new life.

Time stands still, and life loses its meaning?

The supreme prophet of the Immortal Protoss, he uses secret methods to foresee.

There will be a ten-star innate Divine Son who will lead them back to the heavenly realm.

Behind the valley of the Valley of Hundred Flowers is the entrance to the Immortal God Clan's enchantment, deep within the territory of the enchantment.

On the top of a tree-lined mountain, there is a small temple, and in the center of the temple sits a man in ink clothes on a futon, meditating silently with his eyes closed.

An old man in white clothes and white hair stepped into the air and floated down to a silver willow tree next to the temple.

"Prophet, the Spirit Stone is shattered!"

The high priest's voice was clear and shallow, ethereal and resentful.

The man in ink in the temple suddenly opened his eyelids, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were all black, looking eerie and terrifying, dark and mysterious.

"It's finally here!"

The Prophet curled the corners of his mouth slightly, first with a long sigh, then with a maniacal laugh.

"yes, it's finally here!" The high priest bows his head.

There are 3,000 worlds and 3,000 small worlds between heaven and earth! In the big world, there is a sky outside the world in the small world!

There are gods living in the outer heavens, and the immortal gods once lived in the outer heavens.

It's just that later he broke through a catastrophe and was relegated to a world, where the people of the undead god clan lived.

Children do not grow up, youth do not grow old, old age does not die.

This tribe is imprisoned in time and never enters reincarnation.

There will be no new life in this tribe, and there will be no hope without new life.

Time stands still, and life loses its meaning?

The supreme prophet of the Immortal Protoss, he uses secret methods to foresee.

There will be a ten-star innate Divine Son who will lead them back to the heavenly realm.

It's just that later he broke through a catastrophe and was relegated to a world, where the people of the undead god clan lived.

Children do not grow up, youth do not grow old, old age does not die.

This tribe is imprisoned in time and never enters reincarnation.

There will be no new life in this tribe, and there will be no hope without new life.

Time stands still, and life loses its meaning?

The supreme prophet of the Immortal Protoss, he uses secret methods to foresee.

There will be a ten-star innate Divine Son who will lead them back to the heavenly realm.

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