At that moment, with a wave of his hand, Wang Teng sucked the primordial purple air into the center of the universe, and let the mind body refine it.


    Then, his eyes fell on the talisman.


    That is a Dao-level blind box synthetic talisman.


    Wang Teng already has 9 chaotic blind boxes in his hands, and he is only one blind box away, and he can combine a dao-level blind box.


    Thinking of this, Wang Teng put away the talisman with satisfaction.


    After doing this, he looked at the four true spirit light clusters in front of him...


    【real


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