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... to the present level. I am not choosing you casually. Although I can't fully predict the future of the soul of the world, I still can't fully predict it. Being able to predict a little, juvenile, now you have the potential to be a creation god."

Wu Lingfeng grinned and said: "You don't have to say it, I understand that I have mastered the real power, and I have a good idea. At this moment, I can know the past and the future. The power is constantly brewing in the body. This power is reall ...

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