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Chapter 1093 The Eighth Vajra, the Poor Monk Conquers the Dragon(2/2)

An extremely ferocious giant slowly rose from the depths of the earth, holding a huge black scythe in his hand.

grim Reaper!!

The real god of death!

His empty eyes and eerie laughter sounded in everyone's heart, "Hey..."

"Long Zhanting, you have one last wish."

"I'll help you make it happen."

The hollow voice of the God of Death sounded in the sky. Long Fei stayed in mid-air, his face darkened, and he shouted, "Father..."

Long Sanfeng was also stunned, "Ting'er..."

Long Zhanhai also looked confused and murmured: "Third brother!"

Everyone was stunned.

Long Zhanting.

Disappear mysteriously!

It appeared again, in this form.

Sign a contract with Death!

Long Sanfeng's heart ached, "God, why do you do this to my Long family, to us?"

Long Zhanting looked in the direction of the palace and smiled slightly, saying, "Dad, I'm sorry for my unfilial piety!"

"Long Fei."

"The Long family depends on you."

"Dad, I believe in you, you will succeed."

Long Zhanting smiled and said: "Lord Death, let's begin!"

Also at this moment.

Li Yuanba and the other seven did not leave either. They had to buy more time for Long Fei.

In an instant.

The Arhat King Kong condensed by Long Fei was out of control and broke through the void on its own. A monk carrying a broken fan on his back and dressed like a beggar fell down.

"The poor monk subdues the dragon!"

——
Chapter completed!
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