Wang Yi looked at the dark red light that kept surging in the cyan crystal in front of him, and he also knew that it was very dangerous to refine the demonic thoughts of the demon god.
If you're not careful, you could be traumatizing your soul.
However, my will has been stuck at the limit of consecration for a long time, and I have been refining those demon spirits, polishing my soul, and pushing my will to true perfection.
It is useless to continue refining the demon spirit.
Only the devil can help
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