No one dared to stop him, and Jia Ming'an, who was hugging left and right, naturally easily walked into the black prison that frightened countless cultivators in this southern Xinjiang land.

When the three of them passed through the gate, Jia Ming'an found that there was a hole in the black prison that originally looked solemn and solemn from the outside.

As far as the eye can see, there are dungeons made of yellow mud lined up in patches, and there is no human figure in sight.

The spots are dark and brown, like traces of blood clotting, and they look very good

"First of all, I can never be a scumbag" Chapter 52 The confrontation is in the middle of the fight, please wait a while,

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