Parker galloped fast on the street, like a phantom, and soon caught up with Fengluan Baojia.
“This person seems to be a conferred god.”
Parker looked at the beautiful figure that was not stained with smoke and dust on Baojia. Although he has no realm and cannot perceive it, the instinctive feeling of the body is still there, and he can feel it. This kind of faint pinch-like oppression, it is the Conferred Gods who will give him such a feeling.
Caifeng cried forever, and flew over to a tall building in this city to stop slowly.
Outside this high-rise building is a vast square with many figures gathered. There are nine silver-white giant pillars with dragon patterns on the pillars coiled and lifelike.
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