The black dragon crushed the city, and the thunderbolt was like a dragon's roar, rolling on the black oppressive cloud canopy.

Piercing lightning pierced the skyline in front of such a shocking backdrop.

Thunderstorms roar, hurricanes howl.

The figure that belonged to the Wishing became more majestic and powerful, and seemed to have evolved into an even more ancient creature.

Well, that's right.

He, he has horns on his head, horns, and a tail behind him, tails..........

Chapter 265 of "Mysterious Arrival, My Pollution Is More and More Perverted" Who still can't transform? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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