The world of magic medicine is on a vast wasteland.

Yang Fan stood in the void, his breath was flat all over his body, without any trace of the aura that a strong man should have. He felt a sense of returning to nature all over his body.

Puff...

Suddenly, the space ahead of Yang Fan was twisted.

A peerless sword cultivator wearing a blue shirt was forcibly dragged out.

OK, another quasi-domain god... A light of excitement flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. Time flies, and it is too late to pass before the world of magic medicine came to the world!

Wei Shuo, who was joking with a joking look on his face, looked at the wailing immortality of the eighth-level top true gods, turned pale, his pupils rapidly expanded, and he could not hide his fear and despair.

Ah~~How is this power...No, don't...Let me go, let me go...

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Hurry up and finally get the second update. It’s really not easy. Finally, thank your friend Huangmao for his reward.
Chapter completed!