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Lin Yan grabbed Chen Luoyang’s arm and absorbed the power of his Houtu. However, the result of the absorption was not Houtu’s usually vigorous and heavy power, but the strange death energy of the Netherworld.
As a Martial Saint of the Ancient Gods Clan, although Lin Yan didn’t cultivate the Divine Demon Blood, he had a good understanding of the Divine Demon Blood and the Divine Demon Fist.
He thought about it and roughly understood the principle behind it.
‘ Using Goumang and Houtu at the sa ti, or are you borrowing the special treasure on you to provide strength and vitality? ”
Lin Yan’s gaze was calm and unmoved.
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