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... that, there are bodies that are like rocks, gathered together like a mass of liquid, like a slime, and there are bodies that are red like fire, and the breath that comes out gives people a strong feeling of hot heat.

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, this is the power of the five elements."

Yi Tianxing's eyes condensed, and he felt different auras from them. They have the same origin, absolutely the same race, and the same roots and feet, but their own attributes are different, w ...

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