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... golden brilliance in the air.
Lin Feng's nose moved and smelled a faint sandalwood. In the twenty-four beads in the air, there was a quiet and awe-inspiring atmosphere.
Faced with twenty-four beads, Lin Feng seems to face twenty-four sorghums.
The three monks who built the base period were all slightly changed. The white robe middle-aged man was shocked and looked at the bitterness: "The relic, this is the relic? You have twenty-four relics, you are not Refining the relics ...
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