Ling Ji was stunned, her footsteps subconsciously stopped.
In the blink of an eye, Meng Qi had already rushed to Xue Chengxuan's side.
Her eyes were blood red, almost no one could see the original color of her eyes. Her gaze was cold and desolate. A few strands of black hair hung down by her cheeks. The mountain wind lifted her hair and brushed her slightly pale cheeks.
Meng Qi was not a stunning beauty, but she usually liked to wear green clothes. Her body always carried a faint medicinal fragrance. Her entire person was elegant like bamboo, very comfortable.
Right now, her lips and eyes were the same, but there was an indescribable strange coldness to her.
At this moment, there was another long "dang –" sound. The faintly discernible sound of the bell came from afar again.
The sound of the bell was clearly ethereal, very pleasing to the ear. But the sound of fighting on the city wall, accompanied by the lingering sound of the bell, became more and more ferocious.
The cultivators who were just barely able to maintain their calm and restrained a little now had bloodshot eyes.
On the city wall, countless techniques and sword lights were flying. The smell of blood in the air was getting thicker and thicker.
In the beginning, the cultivators seemed to still remember why they came here, and also vaguely remembered which camp they belonged to.
A moment later, those cultivators whose eyes were completely covered by the color of blood no longer held back the radiance of their swords and spells.
In the air above the city wall, sword lights flashed, and all kinds of techniques and techniques rampaged.
From time to time, screams could be heard, and the smell of blood began to fill the air.
Accompanied by a muffled "bang" and a long scream, a tall cultivator wearing a black robe fell down from the city wall.
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Then, in this kind of bloody storm, Meng Qi, dressed in green clothes, lightly and nimbly landed beside Xue Chengxuan.
Xue Chengxuan, whose eyes had already turned red from the killing, covered his lower abdomen with one hand. The index and middle fingers of his other hand were pressed together.
He was originally a medical cultivator, and his life-bound magic artifact, the silver needle, was originally a sharp weapon that could save people.
But now, on the gleaming silver needle, several drops of blood slid down the body of the needle, as if it was dyed red, just like its owner's crimson eyes.
Meng Qi placed his hand on the back of Xue Chengxuan's hand.
"Ugh." The young medical practitioner let out a muffled groan as blood seeped out from between his fingers. He didn't lower his head. His crimson red eyes were still looking at the top of the city wall. It was as if his heart and eyes were filled with silver needles that had already turned into killing weapons.
Meng Qi raised his hand and held a small medicine knife horizontally in his right hand. There were some simple fine lines drawn on the medicine knife. Although the lines were simple, they were filled with an ancient aura, adding a desolate aura to the medicine knife.
Ling Ji's gaze fell on the medicine knife, and she was slightly stunned.
Could this be …
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Yun Qingyan. The white-robed woman stood there, and a trace of nostalgia flashed past her eyes.
"You gave this to her?" Ling Ji asked.
"Ugh." Yun Qingyan answered vaguely. She looked at Ling Ji with a smile that wasn't a smile.
The two of them looked at each other. They couldn't see the answer they wanted to know from each other's faces.
"I didn't expect the Thousand Emperors Bell to be here." Ling Ji didn't ask any more questions.
He looked at Meng Qi again. He didn't know what the green-robed woman was thinking, but the medicine knife in her hand was already pressed against Xue Chengxuan's wound on his lower abdomen.
She gently raised her hand and pushed away the other party's hand that was covering the wound. The medicine knife quickly slid across the injured area.
"Ding!" With a crisp sound, Meng Qi threw a small piece of the broken sword blade on the ground.
She waved her hand. The Life Cauldron understood its master's thoughts more and more now. It gently swayed and returned to her side.
Meng Qi had already put away the medicine knife. His left hand held a piece of cloth and pressed it against Xue Chengxuan's wound. His right hand quickly took out various spiritual herbs and spiritual flowers from his storage bag and threw them into the Life Cauldron.
A few spiritual stones popped out and firmly embedded themselves in the array below the Life Cauldron's belly.
The array lit up and the Five Spirit Cauldron started to spin in the air.
After a while, a medicinal fragrance filled the air. The Life Cauldron stopped spinning. The body of the cauldron shook and a small ball of green ointment fell into Meng Qi's palm.
"Ugh." Xue Chengxuan grunted again. Meng Qi pressed the ointment onto his wound.
Xue Chengxuan's robe had already been cut off by her medical knife. Right now, Xue Chengxuan who was standing not far away could clearly see that Xue Chengxuan's hideous wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye after she applied the small lump of ointment on it.
"Tsk." Ling Ji couldn't help but sigh, "The Thousand Emperor Bell can awaken the deepest desire and desire in a person's heart."
He seemed to be talking to himself but also seemed to be talking to Yun Qingyan, "Little Qi likes, could it be the Xue family … … hm?"
Before Ling Ji finished speaking, Meng Qi had already jumped up.
The city walls were already in chaos. Two xiuzhe wearing Jingyue Sky's long robes jumped down the city walls and charged towards Yan Xuan.
A bloody light flashed through the eyes of this Jingyue Sky's young sect master. In front of him, his crescent-shaped lifebond talisman was floating high in the air, but it was already dyed red.
Under the blood moon, mist filled the air.
There was also a crescent moon above the heads of the two Jingyue Sky xiuzhe.
But in Jingyue Sky, the more powerful a lifebond talisman was, the more it looked like a crescent moon. Their lifebond talismans were only slightly more curved than a half moon and were still far from a crescent moon.
Their lifebond talismans also had a thick mist coming out and spreading out.
Jingyue Sky was a sect of cultivators. When people from the same sect fought, their fighting styles were similar.
At this time, the mist instantly enveloped the three of them. The people standing outside couldn't see what they were doing.
Also, right now, no one was going to see what they were doing.
Ling Ji crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yun Qingyan. The two didn't seem to plan on participating in the battle.
His gaze landed on Meng Qi. His lifebond sword whistled in the air and returned to his side.
The tip of the sword trembled and pointed in the direction of Meng Qi like its owner.
"This child … …" The thick mist of Jingyue Sky could block the gazes of other xiuzhe, but it couldn't block Ling Ji's. "En … … it's a pity."
His voice wasn't loud. Other than Yun Qingyan standing next to him, no one probably heard what he was saying. "With his talent, Jingyue Sky's foundation and his father's nurturing, his future will be limitless in the future."
"But it's good that the youth is hot-blooded."
The redness in Ling Ji's eyes slowly faded. He had already recovered his previous sharpness.
His gaze pierced through the thick fog and the moonlight and landed on Yan Xuan's tall figure. With a hint of curiosity and admiration, he said, "This child's bravery and pride are somewhat similar to mine when I was young."
When he heard that Yun Qingyan was already Meng Qi's Dao companion, he was already angry.
Under the sound of the Thousand Emperors Bell, Meng Qi didn't run towards them. Instead, he ran towards Xue Chengxuan and the others. Ling Ji didn't know why, but he was secretly pleased.
Behind Yan Xuan, Qin Xiumo was controlling his sword with his left hand. His right hand was hanging by his side.
A few drops of blood slid down the back of his hand and dripped onto the ground along his fingertips.
The color of the blood was somewhat strange. The blood was mixed with bits of dark gold light. Every drop of blood that dripped down was completely swallowed by the dark gold light before it landed on the ground.
On the city wall, a few more people jumped down.
Their eyes were also bright red. Their black eyeballs couldn't be seen anymore. These people wore black robes. Some of them had their natal swords floating in front of them. Some of them had their natal magic treasures opening the way in front of them.
On the lapels of their black robes, there were different symbols embroidered. This meant that they weren't cultivators from the same sect.
These people didn't seem to want to interfere in the battle of Jingyue Sky. They all wanted to go around the mist and rush towards Qin Xiumo, who was blocked by the mist.
However, just as they passed by the mist, the crescent moon above the mist suddenly flashed.
The thick fog expanded and rushed towards them, wanting to envelop them as well.
"Hmph!" The tallest person among them snorted coldly. The sword in front of his chest suddenly whistled as it rushed forward. The Sword Qi soared into the sky, forcibly cutting a path through the fog.
"Unrelated people, please move aside!" The tall young sword cultivator said coldly. His tone was somewhat polite.
Yan Xuan didn't answer him. What answered him was the mist.
The mist that was cut open by the sword energy closed again in the blink of an eye. Then, it once again enveloped those people.
The crescent moon flashed three times in the sky. Its light became brighter than before.
At this moment, Meng Qi had already landed beside Qin Xiumo.
The cultivator who was also wearing a black robe reached out and subconsciously wanted to pull her behind him.
He pointed his left hand and his natal sword horizontally in front of the two people.
Meng Qi didn't say anything. She lowered her head and pressed the pulse on his right wrist.
Soon, she withdrew her hand. Her beautiful brows slightly furrowed. She reached out and touched the blood on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand. She brought it to her nose and smelled it.
A pungent smell of something rotten rushed into her nostrils, causing her to frown even more.
"Southern Border." Meng Qi tilted her head slightly. She didn't look at Qin Xiumo. She just muttered in a low voice.
There seemed to be a fire burning in her mind. She couldn't keep her mind clear.
Every time the distant bell rang, the fire would burn even more fiercely.
Even though Meng Qi couldn't see her appearance clearly, she could feel that there seemed to be a fire burning in her own linghai.
The ling energy rolled and surged. It was as if there was a formation under her linghai. Everything became scorching hot.
The unfamiliar voice in her mind became louder and clearer. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them. They wronged you first … …
Meng Qi's beautiful brows furrowed slightly. Her hand that was hanging by her side unconsciously bent.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger. Occasionally, there would be cries of alarm from the cultivators.
She tilted her head. Her eyes were bright red. At this time, a clear light flashed through her eyes.
Meng Qi focused on the dark golden blood on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand. She desperately tried to keep her mind clear. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.
This thing … … she must have seen it before!
It was dark gold in color and had a pungent smell. When it came into contact with someone, it would enter their blood and use their blood to nourish itself … She must have seen this thing before, otherwise she wouldn't have blurted out the words "Southern Border".
But where was it?
Was it on the book?
Or could it be that when he went to the Southern Land, he saw it in the Southern Land?
Was it poison? Or was it … …
Once again, the sound of the bell came from the distant Wei Mountain.
This time, within the sound of the bell, there seemed to be a faint sigh.
Even though the sigh was very short, it was very pleasant to the ears. It was like the sound of a mountain stream. It was like a young girl sitting by the water. She was sighing as the flowers bloomed and withered.
"It's really the Thousand Emperors Bell." Ling Ji slowly exhaled. His tone was firm but calm.
"So the Thousand Emperors Bell fell here." His gaze finally moved away from Meng Qi. He looked into the distance.
There, the majestic green mountains rose and fell. Mist filled the air. It was vast and majestic. This was the ancient Jade Mountain. No one knew what was hidden in the mountain.
After leaving here, everything that happened in the mountain would be completely sealed. These cultivators also wouldn't remember what happened here.
"Thousand Emperors Bell …" Ling Ji repeated. "I originally thought that this thing had been completely destroyed after it disappeared ten thousand years ago."
"Thousand Emperors Bell." Yun Qingyan glanced at Meng Qi. He also looked into the distance like Ling Ji. "This is the proud work of an ancient blacksmith. It is said that he spent thirty years to collect the grievances and blood of thousands of strong cultivators from various sects in the Three Realms. He then refined them into this Thousand Emperors Bell. Later on, he failed the Mahayana Realm tribulation. He sacrificed his own flesh and blood. The grievances and grievances of failing the tribulation were completely integrated into the bell. "
He curled his lips. His gaze was slightly cold. "When the bell rings, it will bring out the grievances and desires hidden in the depths of people's hearts."
"That's right." Ling Ji's tone was calm. He still looked like he was competing with Yun Qingyan. "I heard that before the Thousand Emperors Bell was completed, there was a Mahayana Realm cultivator who activated the Thousand Emperors Bell that had not been completely refined. When the bell rings, the cultivators of the Three Realms almost went crazy. There was a massacre everywhere. People were in a terrible situation. It became a purgatory. "
"Later on, the power of the Thousand Emperors Bell would only become more terrifying after the sacrifice of the first blacksmith's flesh and grievances. It's just that after the first blacksmith's death, the Thousand Emperors Bell's whereabouts were unknown. No one has ever activated the bell again. I didn't expect it to be hidden here … "
"The person who activated the bell must have prepared for a long time. It's a pity … "Yun Qingyan said," His cultivation level is still too low. "
His gaze swept across the city walls. He said calmly, "If his cultivation level was higher, even if he was only at the Void Realm. I'm afraid that not many people would be able to walk out of this Little Ten Extremes Mountain alive today. "
Ling Ji's gaze moved slightly.
The Little Ten Extremes Mountain currently had all the outstanding disciples of the strongest sects in the Three Realms. If half of them died here, it would probably be another bloodbath.
After leaving the Little Ten Extremes Mountain, no one would know what happened here. Half of the most outstanding young disciples had perished. Those who survived would definitely bear the weight of suspicion of others.
Originally, there was already a gap between the sects, so there would definitely be a war between them again.
The sects that already had grudges against each other would probably take the opportunity to settle old and new grudges.
Even if the Jin Sect was originally peaceful and peaceful, there was a possibility that because one of their own disciples had died here, there would be another incident.
…
When that time comes, what would happen to the Three Realms …
Even Ling Ji couldn't help but shudder.
He didn't ask about the affairs of the sects in the past not because he didn't know anything, but because he was too lazy to care.
However, now that he was willing to be involved, he couldn't not care less.
"It's not an easy thing to activate the Thousand Emperors Bell." Ling Ji said.
"The first blacksmith who created the Thousand Emperors Bell had the surname Ji." He didn't wait for Yun Qingyan to speak and continued, "Later on, because of some reasons, the Ji Clan either died or escaped. It's said that the last of the Ji Clan's bloodline moved to the Devil Realm to avoid disaster."
"Xiao Qi …" Yun Qingyan said, "She once saved a Ji Clan member called Ji Wu Jiong."
Ling Ji was speechless.
"Three times." Yun Qingyan added.
Ling Ji was speechless.
"Maybe more than three times," Yun Qingyan continued, "That guy even gave Xiao Qi a piece of the Ji Clan's Family Head Token."
Ling Ji was stunned, and the corners of his lips twitched.
He couldn't help but look at the green-clothed female cultivator again.
Meng Qi was still standing in front of Qin Xiumo with her head slightly lowered, deep in thought.
She was so focused that it was as if the sounds of fighting around her, the sounds of sword energy slicing through the air, and the light from the explosions of spells didn't affect her at all.
Ling Ji could only see the side of Meng Qi's face at this moment. Her nose was tall and her chin was small and delicate, and her expression was extremely serious.
He suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He was proud and proud, but more than that, he was worried.
Meng Qi suddenly raised her right hand, and the silver medicine knife appeared in her palm.
She held the handle of the knife horizontally, lowered her head, and drew three scars on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand.
The black-robed young man's expression didn't change at all. His hand that was controlling the sword was still very steady, as if he didn't care what Meng Qi did.
Meng Qi's voice was low and hoarse, "This is the silk of the Southern Land's Ten Thousand Zombie Silkworm."
As she spoke, she waved her hand again, and the Five Spirit Cauldron flew to her side. The small cauldron swayed gently, and continuously swallowed the spiritual medicine that Meng Qi threw in.
Meng Qi then took out a silver needle from her storage bag.
The needle was very thin, and the tip of the needle was slightly different from ordinary needles. It had a small arc, like a fish hook.
She raised the back of Qin Xiumo's hand, and used the silver needle to gently hook the dark golden light in the wound on the back of his hand.
Meng Qi raised her hand, and a dark golden ray of light flashed. It grew longer and longer, and she actually pulled out an extremely thin thread from the other party's wound.
Qin Xiumo's expression finally changed.
He groaned, and his originally handsome face became somewhat distorted. His hand that was controlling the sword also dropped down, and his arm trembled slightly a few times uncontrollably.
Meng Qi didn't speak anymore.
She raised her hand, and the medicinal liquid that had been boiled in the Five Spirit Cauldron poured down, and soaked her left hand.
Meng Qi smoothly wrapped the dark golden silk around her left hand. The silk, which was still somewhat ferocious just now, became docile as soon as it came in contact with the medicinal liquid. It obediently wrapped around her hand again and again.
When it came to the end, she no longer needed to pull the silk. It was like the last string of a kite, and directly rushed out of Qin Xiumo's wound, and wrapped around Meng Qi's left hand.
Not long after, Qin Xiumo's originally furrowed brows relaxed, and Meng Qi's left hand was also wrapped by the dark golden silk into a cocoon.
She put away the silver needle, and then took out a small and exquisite jade box from her storage bag.
The box was carved out of an entire piece of jasper. Her left hand shook lightly, and the silk wrapped around her hand was removed, and she put it into the jade box.
Meng Qi put away the small jade box, and took out a box of medicinal powder. She picked out some and applied it to the wound on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand.
After removing the Ten Thousand Stiff Silkworm Silk that was wreaking havoc in Qin Xiumo's body, the wound was a small problem. As soon as the medicinal powder was applied, the bleeding had already stopped, and there was no need to bandage the wound.
"Dang!" Another bell rang.
Qin Xiumo's sword-like brows that had just relaxed, were once again furrowed.
Meng Qi's expression was still calm. She turned her head, and looked towards the city wall where the Earth Barracks was located.
Over there, the sword lights and techniques were even more concentrated. The xiuzhe of the Earth Barracks were not all targeting the Heaven Barracks. Some of them had already started fighting among themselves.
At this time, the Thousand Emperor Bell was ringing, and these people's attacks were becoming more and more vicious.
On the city wall, blood was spreading like a thin mist. Even the sky behind the mist was dyed with a faint layer of blood.
The Earth Barracks also had medical xiu, but most of those medical xiu were like Xue Chengxuan. They originally had life-bound talismans that could save people, but they also had weapons that could hurt people.
However, among the crowd on the city wall, a figure wearing a blue robe was nimbly shuttling through the crowd of xiuzhe.
His figure was tall, but slightly thin, and he looked very agile.
Every time he arrived in front of a xiuzhe, he would stop in his tracks. Then, a faint medicinal energy would spread out from his body.
His life-bound talisman was also a small cauldron. The small cauldron had three legs and two handles. It was a bit similar to Meng Qi's Five Spirit Cauldron. However, there were no patterns on it, and it looked more simple.
From time to time, its owner would throw in some ling medicine or ling flowers into the small cauldron. Very quickly, a gurgling medicinal liquid would form.
The blue robed xiuzhe's movements were very practiced. Stopping bleeding, treating injuries, applying medicine, bandaging … … these were things he had done thousands of times. Even if he closed his eyes, it would be hard for him to make a mistake.
Under his miraculous hands, some of the injured xiuzhe on the city wall were quickly treated.
This person was Li Che.
However, following the sound of the Thousand Emperor Bell, the number of injured people on the city wall increased.
No matter how fast and practiced Li Che's movements were, it was very difficult for him to take care of everything.
He had just picked up a sword xiu whose right arm was injured and bandaged the wound. Not far behind him, three Earth Camp xiuzhe were burned by a flame that came out of nowhere.
Amidst the screams, Li Che hurriedly charged towards the three burned xiuzhe.
"Hm?" He quickly cut open the robe of the person who was the most seriously burned. There was already a large hole in the other's robe. Under the hole, the skin was charred black.
The scariest thing was that around the charred skin, there were some orange and blue dots.
Li Che frowned.
Almost all medical xiuzhe would carry a medicinal knife with them. He was not an exception.
He held the medicinal knife horizontally and carefully cut open a bit of the burned skin of the xiuzhe. Then he put the medicinal knife away and brought it to his nose to sniff.
So smelly!
In that instant, Li Che almost fainted from the stench of the medicinal knife.
Then his expression changed slightly. In the blink of an eye, that person's burned skin had turned greyish white and lost all of its luster.
This was … …
"It's cold poison!" A clear voice suddenly sounded in Li Che's ears.
He instinctively turned his head and saw a female medical xiu dressed in green standing next to him. She was doing the exact same action as him — —
Using her own medicinal knife to cut open a bit of the burned skin of the xiuzhe.
"Meng Qi?!" Li Che exclaimed. "You, why did you … … why did you come here?!"
He instinctively looked behind Meng Qi. Behind them, sword lights and spells were still wreaking havoc. From time to time, he could see the green poisonous fog that medical xiu often used to attack.
— — The battle was not over yet.
Li Che was already a little confused. At this moment, he was even more confused.
Ever since he entered this Ten Extremes Mountain battlefield and was sent to the Earth Camp, he was a little confused about the situation outside of this small city on the mountain top.
He had heard the rules clearly, but he was not sure what he should do.
It was only when everyone started fighting and more and more people were injured that he seemed to have finally found what he should do.
Li Che had already been busy on the city wall saving people for a while.
When he saw the sudden appearance of Meng Qi, he was startled. Then, he quickly regained his senses and nodded, "It's cold poison!"
Even though it was burned by fire, it was hidden in the fire. The real harm was the cold poison.
"I have this." Meng Qi said as he took out a small bottle from his storage bag and handed it to Li Che.
"This blood … … has a very strong fire attribute!" Li Che did not care about anything else. A drop of blood was sent into his natal cauldron. Then, he quickly threw in a few herbs.
"Bang!" Li Che's natal cauldron seemed to explode like fireworks. A cluster of sparks erupted.
The sparks dissipated. The elixir in the cauldron had already turned into a small blood-red pill. The pill spun around and obediently flew into Li Che's palm.
He did not hesitate to open the mouth of the burned and poisoned cultivator and stuffed the pill in.
After a few breaths, the cultivator let out a low groan. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Che and Meng Qi.
"Many, many thanks … …" He muttered. His voice was still a little hoarse, but the blood in his eyes had already faded.
"It's okay." Li Che helped him up and turned him to the back of the city wall. He let him sit against the wall, "Rest here for a while."
"Okay." That person nodded lightly.
"Meng Qi." Li Che turned his head after he finished speaking. However, he found that Meng Qi was no longer by his side.
The slender green figure started to move among the injured cultivators on the city wall just like he had just done.
"Wait for me!" Li Che paused and hurriedly chased after her.
He was already a little lost. He did not know what he should do. Saving people was an instinctive action.
Meng Qi's sudden appearance surprised him a little. However, it was like a light in the fog, allowing him to see the front clearly.
Li Che hurriedly chased after her. He looked with her at the unconscious Earth Camp cultivator lying on the ground.
"Linghai … …" Meng Qi's slender fingers quickly swept across the unconscious Earth Camp cultivator. In the end, she exhaled, "Linghai shook, he fainted."
That cultivator's head and face were covered in blood. The front of his long robe was also soaked with blood. He looked very seriously injured. It turned out that he had just fainted from fright.
"En." Li Che nodded. He took out a small incense stick from his storage bag.
He casually lit the small incense stick and placed it near the nose of the unconscious cultivator.
A light and slightly cool scent came from the incense stick. Meng Qi blinked her eyes and asked, "This is … … dispelling meng incense?"
"Yes." Li Che nodded, "I added some juice from gentian grass. It's a little bitter, but the effect is better."
As he spoke, he took out a few more sticks and handed them to Meng Qi, "I still have some here. I'll give them all to you."
"Many thanks." Meng Qi smiled at him and put away the dispelling meng incense stick.
She couldn't see it herself. The blood in her eyes slowly faded away. Just like Li Che, her eyes became clear again.
"That guy …" Although Gu Lingji and Yun Qingyan were far away from them, they saw everything that happened in front of their eyes.
"He was not affected by the sound of the Thousand Emperors Bell from the beginning to the end." Ling Ji said softly as if he was mumbling to himself.
His sword had already flown into the air when Meng Qi leaped onto the city wall. At this moment, it was not far behind Meng Qi.
The tip of the sword flashed and a cold light appeared. If there were any strange movements, this sword, which could be said to be the fastest sword in the world, would instantly attack.
"The Thousand Emperors Bell contains the resentment and unwillingness of ten thousand years ago. It will make people fall into the same unwillingness." Ling Ji continued, "But it is not invincible."
He looked at Meng Qi and then looked at Li Che. Suddenly, he sighed softly.
He seemed proud, satisfied, and also sighed, "The path of cultivation is long and difficult. In the end, there will still be people who have a firm heart. In the Three Thousand Worlds, there will still be people who will come later. "
At this moment, the Thousand Emperors Bell rang three times in a row. "Dang, dang, dang!"
Ling Ji suddenly let out a long howl and stood up from the ground. "Let me take a look at this magical item from ten thousand years ago!"
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