Followed by--

An incomparably old figure appeared in midair.

His face was furrowed.

There are only a dozen or so hair left on the sparse head.

There are all kinds of terrifying visions evolving in both eyes.

The stars exploded.

All beings shed blood.

He was wearing a large black robe.

Rickets on the back.

In his hands, like dead branches, he held a black cane with a skull head

"Reincarnated 100,000 times, I am finally a mythical Daluo!" Chapter 293 The Golden Holy Dragon is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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