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... it out the Azure Light Mouse’s spirit pill.

The demon gourd trembled slightly, and a white light flashed from its mouth. A thumb-sized purple spirit pill slowly floated out, suspending in his palm.

This spirit pill was crystal clear, emitting a soft purple glow. Spiritual Qi coiled around it, and a pure spiritual power, several times more potent than a fourth-grade spirit pill, surged towards him!

Fang Hong looked at the spirit pill, secretly delighted. A spirit pill refi ...

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