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... Pins. Even the eight pinnacle monsters who are in the mystery can be called a nightmare.

From this point, it is a terrible place.

After Lingxian and Xuanming snake went down the mountain, they went straight to the treasure land. On the first day, it was calm and calm. Generally, when monsters see Xuanming snake, they will run away and dare not come forward to challenge. .

But the experience of the next few days was really shocking.

The reason is that there are three m ...

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