Douluo, please call me the dean

The night gradually approaching, the black yarn leaf covered her body.

She is like a goddess from the night, it looks like a beautiful charming.

And he looked at the night, showing a smile.

The distant gods, countless eyes watching this scene, the gods have a magical light wheel in the rotation, slowly rotating.

This is the wheel of the sky, the center system of the god.

Although God is powerful, it is impossible to pay attention to countless all-in-one under the gods, so the round of the sky is born.

It is like a program that has no feelings, and the machine has supervised all the world.

It has numerous years, which has long become a particular rule of this world, and many times the representative of the gods.

God is the creator of the rules, and it is also a guardian, the acceptor.

For the dark night, there is no warning.

On the occasion of countless gods, the voice of the good king is spread throughout the god.

"She didn't inherit the god of the dragon, not within the rules."

God can't help but mistaken, some unbelievable looks in the night, is there any life in this world to complete the ultra-off?

The dispute between the gods, the victory of human gods.

The rules limit the soul beast, with 100,000 years to bear robbery, and experienced millions of people to be god.

The gods did not limit the soul of the beast, but there was no soul from the gods after the beast god.

Today, the first soul beast is born.

"This ... is good or bad."

In the god, there is a gods whisper.

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