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... lightest devilish energy, and murmured in a low voice: "Thousands of years have passed, and the rules of God's Domain are still so inhuman. "

  Tiandao paused, and said in a low voice: "Think about the reason why you are the fragment of the guardian god, this time it is just a small precept, and this time it will not be an example."

   After speaking, he kicked the little fox back, and then, there was a long silence, and the vicissitudes of life's sighs echoed in the void.

  ...

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