Above the black mist, a city loomed out, this is the city where the will of the night god manifests, very similar to the island where the present world is close to the former home, and at this moment it has gradually descended on the city of flying feathers.

The night god sat in the palace of the city, constantly tracking down Meng Xing's whereabouts.

With three of the five ghosts under his command being killed by Meng Xing, and thousands of ghosts being killed, Meng Xing was more like an assassin than them.

The capital accumulated over hundreds of years is almost lost

Chapter 315 of "National Fortune Concession, First Chop and Then Play" The ghost is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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