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Qin Mutian sighed. It was completely meaningless to remind him at this time. His thin black and white cymbals formed a black and white void, rolling toward Ning Cheng's divine power. At the same time, a pitch black nail cut through the black and white void and Ning Cheng's rolling waves directly pierced Ning Cheng's eyebrows....