In the Lihuo Mountains, there is a blue pavilion more than ten feet high. In a certain guest room, Wang Mengbin sat cross-legged on a silver futon, holding a piece of red ore in his hand.


    He took six virtual cultivators and fifty **** transformation cultivators to guard the stronghold, and set up a sixth-order formation.


    All the monks stationed here have a share of what was mined. Wang Mengbin, as the leader, took the most. The sable clan might counterattack.


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