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... unyang is not there, the huge stone chair marked with eighteen, empty one without a figure.

"He succeeded!" The shadow on the No. 3 stone chair: "The ability to transform the immortal dust of the curse of the Witchcraft into its own defense. Although it has not become immortal, it has gained the power of immortality. He is more than we think." Be strong."

The presence of No. 1 to No. 17 was silent, and each of them was the head of the party, but Luo Yunyang’s performance made them ...

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