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... and were directly seriously injured.

  Even the two strings of Buddhist beads on the two of them exploded directly.

   "Pfft!"

   "Pfft."

  The two kept vomiting blood from their mouths, lying on the ground, their eyes filled with horror.

   "Xiu Xiu Xiu monk."

   "You, you, you are actually a monk."

   "Nimma, Ye Yongsheng, you f*cked us up to death."

   "I'm a magical device"

Master Qiangba and Master Nima said in horror, staring ...

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