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... him to send a message to the Future Buddha, but instinctively, he complied.
A Golden Cicada emerged from Zhi Kong’s palm, then buzzed into scattered golden sand.
"Hmph!"
With the eyesight of the Emperor of the North Pole, he could naturally tell if it was a blinding technique. Upon seeing the monk send out the message, he reluctantly released the other’s head.
"With the cultivation of the Future Buddha, even if he were at the edge of this barbaric land, it would t ...
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