"Ink dots, phantom clouds splash ink!"

In the distance, the golden light monk disappeared in a flash, and in a few moments, disappeared into the rising sky and clouds.

"Xuanzhi!"

Miao Le Zhenren opened his mouth with a slight tremble.

Even at this moment, she was still a little incredulous.

The real dragon, and it is a pure black dragon, with a hideous appearance that covers the sky and the sun, which is incompatible with the young man in her impression.

"Ancestor!"

White Feather Real Man Falls

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