It wasn't until this moment that I remembered that the black Jiao in front of me was not a black Jiao in the real sense, it was actually a monster created by my blood, and its essence was still the huge black metal chain, and the short dagger in my hand could be compared to the chain. Because I was worried that the black Jiao would appear again, I carried explosives with me when I came, and I saw that the dagger had no effect on it at all,...

Chapter 88 of "The Yellow River Yin Coffin" Life and death are unknown is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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