Museum of Demons

The golden light was supposed to have the meaning of being upright, but at the moment it was extremely mad, revealing a feeling of panic and anxiety, even filth and death, and the level of this power was extremely pure, Wu Zhiqi frowned. , He has never been the kind of passive bearing character, the golden hoop in his hand swept out directly, carrying majestic power.

"roll!!"

The power of majestic water.

It collided with the golden light ahead.

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