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Mu Yan leisurely turned around and saw a pair of white wings flapping in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the range that his Spiritual Sense could sense.

The mountains were like a painting, and the beauties were like fairies. The wind was peerless, painting the Demonic Mountain. The moonlight suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the world. The immortal mist filled half of it