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... ack mountain pass. The law of sorrow The sound slowly dissipated.

   "Senior Brother Shi Lingzi's law power... is stronger." A low voice came from Wang Baole's side.

  It was in another cave not far from his cave. A middle-aged monk who walked out at this moment felt the complexity and longing for the words in his middle head.

  There are wisps of mist around the monk's body, faintly accompanied by the sound of jingle, and at the same time it is crisp, and it also makes peop ...

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