On the periphery of Wanlingyuan, there is a vast black plain, and the sky is all gray, giving people a feeling of depression.

The gloomy wind was blowing, and from time to time there was a shrill devil's cry.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Master Miaode walked slowly, Wang Changsheng holding the ghost plate in his hand, his face full of alertness.

The two soul-devouring golden cicadas flew in front. Once they found ghosts, they would speed up. Ghosts below the seventh rank were not their opponents at all. This chapter is not over, log in to "" and read the original original text with your book friends! New users can enjoy 7 days of free reading of massive works, come and try it!

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