The Tibetan Moon Continent, the extraterritorial space of the Yue Clan's country, is shrouded in endless miasma, and even if these miasma masters are high, there is only one way to die.

Lin Sheng and Zhong Ping stood less than a foot away from the miasma, quietly observing.

"Brother Yue, do you think this extraterritorial is really as magical as they say?" Zhong Ping asked.

"I think, it shouldn't be wrong, when I left the Yue Clan Country, I scanned the entire Yue Clan Country with my divine sense by the way, and I didn't find any monks who were in the merger period and above, so it was very strange, even if the people they sent to the Panlong Star lost a lot, they wouldn't even be able to hold this decent manpower......

"Light-Year Love" 142, The world doesn't know the saddest part of the infatuation and the saddest is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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