
Qinglian Yulingshi
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Wang An held the sun, moon and stars above his head, stepped on colorful auspicious clouds, held a dragon in his left hand and a phoenix in his right hand, and shouted: "Old demon, wait a moment. Wait for me to turn on the BGM." Bang, Wang An snapped his fingers, and a piano appeared in the air, "Come to the left and draw a dragon with me, and draw a rainbow to your right." Wrong, wrong, Wang An snapped his fingers again, and a guitar appeared in the air, "Today there is only the remaining shell, welcoming the glorious days." Wrong, wrong again. Wang An was in a hurry, and jade flutes and guzhengs appeared one after another. "It's so noisy, you human boy, why don't you fight me?" Wang An said impatiently: "I asked you to wait a moment, just wait a moment. What age is this? With my status, how can I fight without BGM?" Another snap of the fingers, a war drum appeared, and the general's order of "dong dong dong" sounded. Wang An twisted his whole body to the rhythm, and his expression became solemn. This is how he felt. Kill After activating the magic formula, thousands of swords were fired in an instant, and the old demon disappeared, leaving only boundless loneliness. The process of killing demons by a spiritual master is so simple and unpretentious.
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