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The black gold flames on Wu Mingyuan’s wings, as well as those on the mountain walls that seemed to be trying to corrode and invade the Spiritual Power Shield, rushed towards the Taoist’s left hand like a tide.
A moment later.
Jin Xu had another small round bead in the palm of his hand. However, this one was slightly larger than the brownish-red one.
"There, I’ve fulfilled your wish. Now, I wonder if you could fulfill one of mine?"
The little Taoist was no ...
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