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... body. He knew that his sea of ​​knowledge was broken and broken, but the surroundings of the real world were still intact, so he could extend some of his knowledge.

Upon closer inspection, he found that his foundation still exists, which reassured Mo Nan a lot.

As long as it still exists, that's a big deal and start practicing!

It's just that the Qi and the power of reincarnation are really exhausted and hard to detect, and there is no blood or spirit in the whole body, even ...

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