Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He let the five clones continuously shoot the Truth No. 1 rockets, suppressing the Wing Tribe cultivators who were surrounded by them.

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With the strength of these integrated cultivators, once they are approached, the flying boat under him will be like paper, and it will be shattered with a single blow, and a large piece of death will be killed.

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During this period, the rockets he stored continued to be consumed, the integrated cultivators of the Wing Clan were bombarded to death, and the number of flying boats became less and less.

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More than 5,000 flying boats have been in battle so far, and there are only more than 1,800 remaining, and there is almost no combat power.

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Zhang He's avatar, who was commanded by Zhang He on the flying boat, also died in the battle.

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And at this moment, there are at least 50 strong people in the wing clan.

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Although the flaming leopard and Li Yuehua took the medicine pill sent by Zhang He and replenished a lot of vitality, they could not bear such a severe consumption.

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At this moment, the flaming leopard's tail is also gone, and two legs are missing, and Taihao Hammer floats weakly beside him.

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The lower part of Li Yuehua's body has disappeared, and he is still holding the lotus-shaped spiritual treasure in his hand, competing with a monk from the Wing Clan opposite.

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Only the small skeleton is in better condition, and his fire can block or weaken most attacks.

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"Boom boom boom!"

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Another round of Truth No. 1 blasted out, and three or four integrated Wings died on the opposite side.

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When Zhang He was about to bombard with the Truth No. 1 again, he found out that it was the last round just now, and the Truth No. 1 he had stored was exhausted.

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Losing his suppression, the rest of the winged clans all surrounded in the direction of the flying boat.

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"Kill the past!"

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"First destroy these flying boats, and then slaughter the monks on the breeding planet."

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Dozens of combined powerhouses have once again besieged from all directions.

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In a few more breaths, these fusions will be able to charge up again, tearing apart all the remaining flying boats.

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"All the flying boats obeyed the order, one to twenty groups aimed at this point and fired, and the rest of the flying boats aimed..."

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On the flying boat, a black-faced cultivator who temporarily took over the command, saw dozens of Wing Clan slaughtering at the fusion stage, his face did not change, and he still made the most favorable plan to kill the Wing Clan cultivator.

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Now that the Feizhou system has been crippled, the rest can only be roughly divided into two groups and bombarded together.

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With the current number of flying boats, one round of salvos still has the hope of killing the two winged tribes combined.

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"Boom boom boom..."

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All the flying boats blasted in one direction as instructed.

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After the black-faced cultivator issued the order, the flying boat he was in was swept across by a huge wing, and the flying boat and the cultivator inside were all turned into pieces and scattered around.

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This round did successfully kill two Wing Clan, but the flying boat was attacked by the remaining Wing Clan, and more than 300 ships burst into the universe in an instant.

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Zhang He originally wanted to save the last ultimate move to attack the powerful Mahayana of the Wing Clan, but now, he seems to have no chance.

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The second and third ancestors of the Yi clan joined forces to deal with the ancestors of Chang, and finally gradually gained the upper hand. The ancestors of Chang, who was seriously injured, still fought to the death and entangled with the two Mahayana powerhouses.

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On Feizhou's side, if he doesn't make a move, he will soon be wiped out.

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In the sea of ​​Zhang He's consciousness, the five avatars of primordial spirits were thrown into the primordial spirit of the deity together, their bodies disappeared, and they merged with the deity.

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With the integration of the five avatars, Zhang He's breath skyrocketed, from the middle stage of the fusion, to the late stage of the fusion, and then broke through the boundaries and reached the Mahayana realm.

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At the same time as Zhang He's breath soared, a black spear appeared in his hand, with a red head and a black body, surrounded by flames.

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This is the fire-pointed gun he has used for many years. The body of the gun is refined with fire-type spiritual roots, and the head of the gun has been re-refined several times, adding a lot of high-quality fire-type materials to it.

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Zhang He was holding a fire-pointed spear. At this moment, his breath climbed to the top, and the skin on his body began to burst.

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He didn't hesitate to project it at the back of the second ancestor of the winged man. Now, there is only one thing that can help the ancestor of Chang.

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After throwing the fire-pointed spear, Zhang He's body suddenly burst out with countless flames, and his body continued to expand, becoming taller and larger, turning into a flame giant with a height of several dozen meters, rushing towards a group of winged tribes.

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Since practicing the Eight Nine Mysteries, Zhang He's body can change to any shape he wants, completely changing from his heart.

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The flame giant is surrounded by flames, and wherever he goes, all energy turns into flames, surging with him.

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"bump!"

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With a punch, a winged tribe was smashed into pieces, and the body fragments turned into fireballs in the air and splashed around.

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"Bump bump!"

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The flame giant that Zhang He transformed into shot repeatedly, and every time he shot, a Wing tribe cultivator was killed.

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"Ah! Why is there a Mahayana strong here?"

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"Run away!"

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The Wing Clan cultivators felt that it was really too late. They just came to slaughter a breeding star. The two Mahayana ancestors led the team, and they traveled together. They thought it should be a very easy trip.

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Who knew that so many idiots were killed in the middle of the road, and now that more than half of the manpower has been damaged, the other party even killed another strong fit at this time.

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The Second Ancestor, who was in a fierce battle with Old Ancestor Chang, was suddenly attacked by a spear surrounded by flames, almost burning the chrysanthemum.

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Fortunately, the second ancestor responded in time and blocked the spear with golden wings.

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But how could Old Ancestor Chang, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, miss this opportunity, the broken shoe in the air slapped, and the sole of the shoe slapped firmly on Sanzu's face.

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This broken shoe of his is a spiritual treasure inherited from the human race. It has the effect of confining mana and weakening mana. The third ancestor was photographed like this, and at least he had to take a few breaths to recover.

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These few breaths of time were completely enough for Ancestor Chang to bring the situation back.

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Old Ancestor Chang regained his breath and attacked the Second Ancestor with all his strength. Although the Second Ancestor was a little hard to parry, he did not let the Third Ancestor help him, but asked the Third Ancestor to deal with Zhang He.

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If Zhang He was allowed to kill, the two of them would become bare commanders.

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In a place like Breeding Star, two Mahayana monks suddenly appeared, which they did not expect.

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It's like a real dragon suddenly flew out of the pigsty he raised and almost ate him.

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Zhang He turned into a flame giant, and with every punch and kick, he could send away a Wing Clan cultivator. Facing the Mahayana powerhouses, these Wing Clan at the fusion stage were also as immune to beatings as tofu scum.

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However, while he was playing refreshingly, the primordial spirit in his body suddenly soared, unable to withstand this powerful force, cracks had begun to appear, and the powerful flame body was about to be unable to sustain.

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Zhang He's current state is very violent, but it can't last, and it's easy to get discouraged.

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At this moment, the third ancestor of the Wing tribe killed him again, in order to prevent him from continuing to slaughter the Wing tribe monks.

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The three ancestors were surrounded by hundreds of feathers, and these feathers could both defend and attack.

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Every time the feather flew out, it would take away a flame from Zhang He's flame body.

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"I don't know what method you used to forcibly ascend to the Mahayana realm, but this method is definitely not sustainable, and the side effects should be great, right?"

The third ancestor of the Yi clan has already seen that Zhang He's physical condition is not good, and it is getting worse and worse.

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"It's enough to kill you!"

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Zhang He shouted loudly, and the flaming spear returned to his hand, turning into a 40-foot long flaming spear, like a fire dragon, and stabbed towards the third ancestor of the Wing Clan.

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The third patriarch of the Yi clan was beaten like a grandson by the ancestor Chang, but in front of Zhang He, he really had a masterful demeanor. Bunch of flames.

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"Forcibly promoted, it is still far from the real Mahayana period."

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The third ancestor walked freely between Zhang He's guns and shadows, and occasionally had to comment a few words, but he didn't take Zhang He seriously at all.

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"Don't you know that bad people die by talking too much?"

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"So I'm not a bad person!"

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The Third Ancestor is not in a hurry now. After a while, Zhang He himself will collapse. After he restrained Zhang He, the Wing Clan cultivators were already massacring Feizhou, and he believed that the battle would soon be over.

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At this moment, two streams of light flew from a distance and flew to the second and third ancestors respectively.

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"Flying Sword Biography!"

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This is a very expensive method of interplanetary communication in the universe, and it is generally not used unless it is in an emergency.

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And this time, the Wing Clan not only used flying swords to pass the book, but also used two swords at a time, for fear of not being able to communicate in time and not knowing what emergencies are in the clan.

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Even if the second and third ancestors were fighting, they could only take the time to answer the phone.

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The way to view the Feijian Biography is very simple, as long as you touch it with your divine sense.

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The second and third ancestors invariably probed Feijian with their divine senses.

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The two of them changed their expressions in unison again.

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"not good!"

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"Quickly withdraw!"

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"Everyone immediately withdraw from the battle!"

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"Back to Winged Star!"

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The second and third ancestors jumped out of the battle at the same time, and shouted at the winged monks who were attacking the flying boat.

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Although the Wing Clan cultivators didn't know what to do, but the ancestors gave an order, they did not dare to disobey, and could only reluctantly withdraw from the battlefield.

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They worked hard and sacrificed countless lives to rush to the front, and now they can only give up when they eat the meat in their mouths.

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Zhang He and Ancestor Chang have long been at the end of the fight. Now that the Wing Clan is retreating, they are powerless to stop them, so they can only watch the Wing Clan leave.

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"Hey, it hurts to death!"

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Seeing the winged man leaving, the majestic Chang Patriarch sat on a piece of the wreckage of the flying boat and untied his robes, only to see that the inside was full of bones, without a trace of flesh and blood.

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The one-vs-two just now made his injury a lot worse.

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Zhang He also quickly exited the state of fusion of his primordial spirit, and if he continued, his primordial spirit and physical body would collapse.

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After the winged men retreated, the battlefield was in a mess, and only more than 500 flying boats were left in good condition.

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At this time, the few surviving cultivators flew out of the flying boat and saw the countless limbs floating in the universe, and they couldn't help feeling sad.

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This battle gathered all the elite forces on the planet, plus the accumulation of more than a thousand years of Jingshan Kingdom, almost all of them were buried here.

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In the end, the enemy was in a hurry and took the initiative to withdraw, otherwise no one should be able to be lucky.

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At this moment, Zhang He's main body is paralyzed, and he can only send a clone to preside over the affairs.

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The flame leopard and Li Yuehua were first found on the battlefield.

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Fortunately, neither of them died, but they were not far from death.

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The flaming leopard still has a head floating in the universe.

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Li Yuehua was even more miserable. There was only a mass of flesh and blood left, and she didn't know what part it was. Her consciousness had been silent in this mass of flesh and blood.

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The spiritual treasures in their hands were all gone. Li Yuehua's lotus was self-destructing and injured a Wing Clan, while Flame Leopard's Taihao Hammer was snatched away by a Wing Clan cultivator.

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Zhang He's clone picked up the remains of the two of them, and temporarily packed them in a wooden box, so as not to lose them.

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The best condition on the scene is undoubtedly the little skeleton.

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Countless monks died in battle here, and a large amount of black fog was generated, all of which poured into the body of the little skeleton, and then continuously strengthened the body of the little skeleton.

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Little Skull actually advanced in the battle, from the early stage to the middle stage, and his cultivation is still slowly rising.

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Zhang He arranged for the little skeleton to help clean up the battlefield.

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The Wing Clan cultivators hurriedly withdrew, and many personal belongings were left on the battlefield, including the relics of some dead cultivators and some seriously wounded Chong Wing Clan like Li Yuehua, who were also accidentally lost by their companions.

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As for the human race, everyone's cultivation base was too low, and the moment the flying boat shattered, all the people inside died.

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After everyone cleaned up the relics on the battlefield, they flew back to the breeding planet in a flying boat.

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In this battle, a group of low-level monks on the breeding star, with the help of flying boats and rockets, blocked the frontal attack of the winged people. This kind of record of defeating the strong by the weak is enough to shock the entire cultivation world.

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It's just that such a record is difficult to replicate. First of all, the Jingshan Kingdom has prepared for this battle for more than a thousand years in advance, and the materials accumulated for more than a thousand years have been exhausted.

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Secondly, all the elites who can fight on the entire planet almost all died in this battle, and there is not one out of ten.

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If the winged humans were to fight again, there would be no power to organize on the breeding planet.

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But it is also difficult for the winged people to come again, because they also encountered big trouble.

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In the beginning, a group of monks found the Winged Man on the planet ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and seemed to be looking for something important.

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The Wing Human Race is not a commercial planet open to the outside world, so naturally they sent people to drive them away, but these people were extremely arrogant and unreasonable, and directly killed the Wing Human Race cultivator.

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This is just the beginning. The subsequent behavior of these people has made the winged people realize what it means to be unreasonable and take life and death.

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These foreign cultivators broke into various forbidden places at will on Wingren, killing and looting became commonplace, and some high-level cultivators were killed.

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Moreover, this group of foreign monks gathered more and more, and the winged people also sent high-level monks to negotiate, but even the messengers were killed.

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The Great Ancestor who stayed behind on the planet also seemed to have noticed that all those who were not easy to offend were the kind of forces that he could not offend.

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The Great Ancestor of the Wing Clan can only appeal to the comers again and again, hoping that they can be optimistic about peace, be kind to others, and not to provoke wars. There is no future for wars.

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History is always so strikingly similar that the weak can only cry out for peace, but the final decision rests with others.

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At the appeal of the Great Ancestor of the Wing Clan, this group of foreign monks did not find out in their conscience that they really liked peace, but continued to go their own way. .

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During these processes, everyone did discover something, and found several branches and leaves of the wood attribute spiritual root.

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Recently, everyone has set their sights on the ancestral land of the Wings.