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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.,Miokong forced out a drop of essence blood, which transformed into a handful of five-colored silk crimson. On the brilliant silk crimson, various vicious curses were entwined.,"Secret Demonic Curse of the Three Lives Imprisonment." The Taoist priest muttered, aghast. "To deal with a completely powerless mortal, is this really necessary"。