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... d Chen Luoyang vaguely.

But compared with the bloodthirsty and violent momentum of Yaozun, the treasure in the furnace at this moment is more like a pure destructive force.

Chen Luoyang carefully pondered what was going on, and gradually began to think more and more.

Such a violent and unconstrained destructive force is actually inconsistent with the martial arts mood of the deities.

The power of the demon deity is naturally powerful and overbearing, and it is destruc ...

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