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... fell on Han Chujiu.
Han Chujiu's eyes were fixed on the fifth-order ghost not far away.
Throwing a flying magic weapon casually, he sternly said: "Get all of them to the spaceship, faster, otherwise you will die in a while, don't blame me!"
The spiritual practitioners looked at each other, and suddenly someone screamed: "You, you are the Holy Ancestor Medicine King of the Polar Region!"
"What?! It turned out to be Medicine King Han Chujiu? No wonder even the ghosts w ...
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