At night, the land was in shambles, and the trees that had been destroyed were at least hundreds of kilometers, but none of them were as good as in a clearing in the distance. Although there are a lot of people here at this moment, no one dares to take a step beyond the thunder pool in the middle position, because there is a Mahayana peak master there, and he will die in the past! A strong momentum emanated from the white-haired old man, and the strength of the other party's Dacheng peak was so overwhelming that people didn't dare to breathe, and even the surrounding air was slightly condensed...

Chapter 100 of "Urban Cultivation of Immortals" can only escape is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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