He has cultivated for thousands of years, and has been tormented for thousands of years in this spotless illusion.

Monty Python felt that he had no breakthrough anymore.

The wound on its stomach was still bleeding, and bursts of tearing pain came, and it regretted swallowing the girl a little, and blamed itself for not figuring it out in advance, and missing this stealth guy.

The one in his stomach now is not low in his cultivation realm, and he can't refine it for a while, so he can't return to his human form for a while, and many spells can't be cast.

The most terrible thing is that such a simple technique as taking things from the air and putting them in a storage bag can only be performed when you need a human form.

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