Under the cloudy sky, Du Yu, who was standing in the sky, let out a deep breath of relief.

Shaojin's ghost has been sucked into the tower, and has begun a life of penitence and suffering.

"Throw it away." Du Yu said casually.

The puppet that lost its soul in front of it was immediately thrown towards Wangshirou Peak by Jiarongcao.

On Lin Shiwei's wrist, there was a small purple figure floating out of the purple gold dragon pattern bracelet, watching this scene.

The purple-robed general was horrified, and was chasing

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