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... grey hand, about a zhang in size and as solid as a mountain rock, shimmered with circles of azure halos. It pinched the air until it boomed, trapping Taoist Li of Fulong Temple within a tiny space, the void incarcerating him.
Just a foot in front of Taoist Li Guanyi, a yellow mist condensed and formed into a rectangular yellow paper the height of a person. A radiant red hue started to spread upon it, and in the next moment, as if a brush were dancing serpentine, an intricate pattern emer ...
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