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... e heavens and full of Bodhisattva temples and Buddha halls, suddenly sent out a rather large team of Buddhist scriptures.

Now they are crossing the vast desert at the border and setting foot on the first stop: Liang Guo.

Stretching for several miles, they are all powerful monsters with strange heads and terrifying auras. Most of them are from the Land of Elysium, and they all seem to have extraordinary bloodlines.

For example, there is a half-human, half-demon man in the tea ...

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