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... aight to the Qiongming Peak.
A purple light flickered in the west.
The purple light fell in front of Bai Lian through the film wrapped outside the mountain.
It was Yan Yue, who was carrying the Blood Tree Patriarch on her shoulder. When she landed, the Qiongming Peak just stopped shaking.
The Blood Tree Patriarch that was thrown to the ground at once, could not help but scold,
"Ouch, my old waist! Can't you be gentle and slow?"
"I can't afford to p ...
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