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... Wu Yang himself, this sea of fire cannot Nothing hurt him.
The sea of fire was tumbling, a stream of hot magma was beating, and the magma constantly touched the white "color" protective cover.
Longkui kept her head down and her face was "red" flushed. Wu Yang held her hand on the waist, as if it had a high temperature of several hundred degrees. Even with clothes separated, it was still very hot.
Crossing the sea of fire, Wu Yang landed in front of the palace with a s ...
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