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Almost exerted the strength of his normal posture to the extreme, but he still couldn't easily resist the authority of [Qi] and [Body] Shuangtianguan. Every time he attacked and defended, his soul and body were under tremendous pressure. To crumble.

  But under this extreme pressure, the originally indestructible bottleneck gradually became loose, vaguely touching the essence of the mysterious law...

   Gradually, the purple-golden flames lingering around the boy in white ...

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