Spring and autumn come, and four hundred years have passed.


    Qinglian Island, Qinglian Peak.


    The door of a certain secret room opened, and Wang Changsheng walked out with a smile on his face. His breath was much stronger, and he was already in the middle stage of the fusion.


    He obtained a lot of resources for cultivating immortals during the war, otherwise he would not be able to advance to the middle stage of integration within five thousand years. I''m afraid not yet


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