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... gh it was only a nine-colored divine light, it was like a real **** sitting there.

  The gods are breathing!

   During this breath, the innate opportunity between heaven and earth began to pour into Chen Sha's body continuously.

   If you breathe in innate breath when you "see God" at the beginning, less than one-tenth of the breath in one breath is innate breath.

   Then now, when the Throat God is completed.

   Ninety-nine percent of the breath he swallowed w ...

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