In fact, he had thought of it a long time ago, but no one broke it, and there was luck in his heart, and at this moment Zhang Tianyu said that the last trace of luck was shattered, and the road that he had adhered to for hundreds of years also collapsed. The seat was as white as paper, took a few steps back, and raised his head abruptly.

He put on a posture of destruction and killing, and a strong momentum emanated from him, the dust and ash around him swirled and flew, and the wreckage of the building also trembled slightly under his momentum, making a sound like a cicada crying in autumn.

"Under One Man, Five Emperors Heavenly Book" Chapter 66 Chopping the strings three, the memories of the Yiwo Seat are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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