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... .but all the original creatures in the entire small universe have been quietly gone, only See a statue of the gods floating.

"I am human."

"It's my human beings, come on, come on." I saw a black pyramid flying at high speed, the black hole of the abyss of the base was opened, swallowed, and some treasures were swallowed directly, even directly to some of the cosmos, even the universe. The body of the Savior also swallowed in directly.

Because those gods, there may be treasur ...

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