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The coming of the cataclysm

Emperor Duan Tian calmed himself down and looked at Dao Chang Sheng, " so you are the chess piece of the ancient gods from the old era? "

If the eleven ancestors of sorcery weren't behind Dao Changsheng, then it must be the remains of the innate ancient gods.

"And whose chess piece are you?"

Daoist Changsheng was honest and didn't know how to deny it even after being exposed. Instead, he said straightforwardly, " your combat strength ... I don't believe that you've cultivated it by yourself. You're very powerful, and I can only fight two of you now. If you can understand my calculation and communicate with the heaven and earth, I can only fight one and a half of you."

Duan Tiandi looked at Daoist Changsheng for a few seconds.

He choked in an instant.

Young ...

Arrogant ...

Self-righteous.

This was the common problem of geniuses.