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... ust of wind that could destroy the Immortal King of Hundred Tribulations was blowing, and light rain began to fall on the ground.
It was a kind of black rain, with a decayed and ominous breath.
Chen Shen held a big golden umbrella and walked forward slowly.
He lowered his head, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his eyes were fixed.
The original ancient road turned into a **** road. I don’t know who’s blood, mixed with black rainwater, made the road gradually be ...
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