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... ultivation soars to the peak of Shinto Nine Heavens.

The peak of Shinto Nine Heavens is equivalent to the peak of the ordinary martial artist's transformation of the sea. In addition to the strength of the same level of the power of Datian's creation, his spiritual power erupted completely at this moment.

"This, what's going on?"

"Why did his spiritual energy suddenly improve so much?"

The people around were stunned.

They did not understand why Jian Wushuang's ...

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