Looking at the endless void, Yang Jiao didn't know why, where did all the gods go, where did the gods of the Black Stone tribe in the Great Light Realm go?

Where did the Eternal Immortal Endless Flame go, and why did everything in heaven and earth disappear? Before he could come back to his senses, the voice of black spirit dust sounded in his ears

"Xiaoshu, are you okay?" Yang Jiao admitted that he was very surprised at this moment, he would not be so isolated and helpless when Hei Lingchen was fine, and he had been sad since ancient times

Chapter 44 of "Yang Jiao", the Great Lang of the Flood and the Desolation, is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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