"Thank you, Master."

Ning Qi cupped his hands, but the feeling in his heart was a bit complicated. He had practiced for more than five years, and the magic energy pearl hadn't shrunk much. Instead, it was sucked a little smaller by the magic god's Yiyi Talisman, and he didn't know how many volumes it took away. It should belong to his demonic energy. If the Demon God Piyi Fu did not satisfy him during the Tianjiao battle, Ning Qi would definitely lose his money this time.

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