Chapter 137 The magical young man of the Devil-killing clan put a big hammer behind him, tied a blood-red rope to his body, and then looked ahead at the big tree glittering with gold. It became hot gradually, licked his lips and murmured, "Saint fruit, only a hundred years can produce one. Now there are ten Saint fruits here, good, good!"

"If I devour these ten holy fruits, the practice will certainly increase, maybe it will become my holy law!"

"My magic has been full, it is bad holy spirit, the combination of the two, such as the combination of yin and yang! Great efforts must be made!"

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