When the saint is born, there will be visions all over the sky, or purple qi coming from the east for 30,000 miles, or golden lotus falling from the sky, all of which attract the attention of the world.

But even the vision of the saint when he was born was much worse than the luck of the human race at this time.

The glorious luck of the human race, the burning fire of luck, even the saints should be afraid of it.

What's more, at this moment, it is no longer how the luck of the human race is, but what is happening at this time.

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"I am the king of the people, the emperor of the human race! Chapter 92: Luck skyrockets, wind and clouds gather! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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