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Hundred tribes.

In the vast earth, the dry bones and graves have grown grass, thick and vigorous, covering the devastation of the original nineteen-year war.

The endless graves were also faintly visible.

"Rustling ......"

Xin Zhuo stepped on the green grass and slowly walked to the ruins of the original courtyard, looking up, the drizzle had just stopped, the sky was gloomy, and Xiao Huang and the dog still had no traces of coming back, "Tianqiong Mountain Demon Gate"

"The King, Please Stop" Chapter 1017 Desperate Poverty Thousands of Miles, the Last Nine Cities are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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