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Chapter two thousand nine hundred and sixteen(2/2)

Yan Yuzhen's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "What, my envoy's words are not useful? Do you need me to send a message to the master and ask him to come over and urge him personally?"

After hearing this, Zhang Zuoshan's expression suddenly changed.

Yan Yuzhen arrived at the Nirvana Hall and had already worshiped Emperor Haotian as his teacher!

His master is the elder of Nirvana Hall. He is not only extremely powerful, but also has great power.

If this person takes action, the Feiyun Sect will not even be able to retain the last trace of its blood.

"Good... easy to use! Zhang Zuoshan, follow your orders!" Zhang Zuoshan wanted to die.

Hearing that the Soul Envoy was going to recruit Feiyun Sect again, Zhang Zuoshan immediately volunteered to come with him.

It is a very satisfying thing to step on the ancestors of the past.

But who would have known that Feiyun Sect was completely trapped!

At this time, Zhang Zuoshan's intestines were filled with regret.
Chapter completed!
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