In the midst of the flood, there is no year, and in the blink of an eye, it has been a full three thousand years since the second sermon of Hongjun Zixiao Palace.

On this day, almost all the great supernatural beings in the flood wilderness were moved in their hearts and rushed to Zixiao Palace.

An old and indifferent voice reverberated throughout the desolate world, and only the strong people above the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal could hear this mysterious Dao sound.

"I am Hongjun, and I will have the third sermon with Zixiao Palace, this sermon

Chapter 128 of "The Peacock King of the Flood Desolation" Hou Yi shoots the sun, and the big array that locks the sky is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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