Bai Que stared at the person in front of him, only hating the power in his body, unable to mobilize a single bit.

The cultivation she was proud of was all passing out. That feeling makes life worse than death......

Ignoring the white finch's eyes, the right front peak let go of his fingers, and the palm of his hand slammed into the white finch...

"Three Lives Immortal Journey for You" extra: The wind rises, and the blood-stained duckweed in the troubled times (one hundred and two) is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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