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Having said that, the middle-aged Taoist priest pinched his fingers to cast a divination spell. His right hand burst forth with countless complex finger techniques, causing a dizzying array of shadows to appear before finally opening wide like it was bearing something, and then lifting upwards.,>“Within five hundred years, there are signs of a great tribulation approaching, but the tribulation is cruel and rampant. A tribulation lasting for thousands of years is just a small matter. It comes slowly and goes fiercely. Even with some signs, it may not be able to trigger a tribulation within thousands of years. Moreover, every four hundred and ninety years, there is a small tribulation of forty-nine, and every thousand years, there is a great tribulation of immortals. This may not be a sign of the tribulation, perhaps it is just a small tribulation of forty-nine or a great tribulation of immortals…”,Miao Kong ignored him completely. A flash of cruelty crossed his face as he countered by sending a streak of light into the young man's body. The old Taoist, Tong Shen, looked at him with a strange expression and asked, "You would be so kind as to give him something"。