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Thunder split the barrier, and Lin tide saw Xie Changge's soul turning into stardust in the thunder. At the last moment, the senior sister was still forming seals, her torn sleeves flying like a white crane with broken wings. Qing Ming's branches suddenly trembled violently. Lin tide felt warm blood splashing on the side of his neck. He turned around and saw the man in black pulling out the bone blade from the heart of the tree. What flows out of the thousand-year-old fairy tree is not juice, but hot golden blood, which falls on the bottom of the lake and blossoms into red lotuses. \