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... f the aura in the void of the human race is much more pure, and there are many wild impurities in the void of the entire witchcraft.

For the human race monks, this impurity is harmful and not conducive to spiritual practice. For the witch monks, this is precisely the strong foundation of the witches and the source of the most important cultivation resources of the witches.

The witches of the Witches are tall and tall. In the mainland of the Witchland, every Witch monk's practice re ...

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