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... ds were greatly annoyed and arrogant.

"I am waiting for you!" Ye Wuji did not show weakness, and responded loudly.

"Refining the gods, refining the ancestral pulse, the source!"

The gods of Shenhuang disappeared, the demon gods, the nine devils and other people fled, and Ye Wuji immediately controlled the ancestral veins of the refining devils and the three ancestors of countless years.

"The source of the devil, the source of darkness, the source of death."

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