The pitch-black heavy weapon in the center of this void was firmly attracting the attention of all the Ji monks.

Even Li Qingshan, who was already on the top, realized that the respect was not simple.

The more they looked at it, the more they felt that something was wrong, and the aura of the respecter was so different.

Sublime and indifferent, that breath is like a cloud in the sky, which can be touched but cannot be touched, and mortals can only look up, but cannot touch it.

How could the Ji Clan cultivators not recognize such an aura? This is the power of immortals, and it seems to be extremely pure.

Then there is only one possibility, the huge weight in front of him is made of immortal materials, thinking of this, the Ji family ......

Run, it's not a game! 》Fifty-five, the big night boat is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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