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... hands of the Great Demon God. The blue veins were like boa constrictors wrapped around his arms, Zhuge Xiang actually wanted to use his own strength to forcibly **** the black iron. @顶@点@小说www.2w.om

"Go away!" The power of Zhuge Xiang's physical body is horrifying. Ying Qianshan turned pale with fright. Seeing that Zhuge Xiang, who was only a hundred feet tall, wanted to take away the black iron from the hands of the Great Demon God. Holding the iron block tightly, the huge head like a h ...

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