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... een herself and the world has improved...

"Ok?"

Qin Shuang suddenly felt a trace of pressure, and then this trace of pressure increased rapidly.

Qin Shuang's face changed, the pressure was too familiar.

Heavenly Tribulation!

Do not!

It's a punishment!

Qin Shuang's heart flew out of Xianyue Peak, stood on top of the sect, and looked up into the sky.

The clouds quickly closed, and the mighty Tianwei began to gather.

The creatures in th ...

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