Yan Chi knelt in front of the dry sacred tree and stared blankly at the hundred thousand thunderbolts, slowly turning into scorched earth and mire. He tremblingly held the last godhead.
The long-lasting calamity clouds on Lei Ze opened up, and on the top of the clouds, the drums and drums of the immortal troupes sang in unison, and the female immortals danced gracefully, all for him.
He is the last god who has a divine corpse, a divine personality, and ascends to immortality.
Xiangliu is the last Gonggong Tower.
So what if you live forever, it turns out that living is so lonely.
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