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... e of the Demon Sect, it's just their behavior, from top to bottom. Consistent, brutal and unusual, do not take human life as one thing, often raid their homes to kill their mouths, simple and rude, ordinary people will shiver when they hear their names.

"There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the magic sect has a cultivation method, which is based on the form to complement the form, and improves the strength by absorbing the inside of others. Is it true?"

After Shi Yan finis ...

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