Zongwu: I Write Too Much in My Diary, Zhao Min Wants to Kill Me

"The supreme king of martial arts, slaying dragons with his precious sword, commands the world. No one dares to disobey, and he cannot rely on the sky. Who can compete with him? The correct way to open this sentence is: the swords cut each other, and the Nine Yin Manual, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, and Wu Mu's suicide note are revealed!" Seeing the words on the pillar, Master Miejie almost bit it with his silver teeth, and with lightning speed, his left hand revealed that the seal could contain the words on the pillar. Bang! The dust was flying and the pillars were damaged, but the writing was extremely clear. "Master, is this true?" "This is a trick of the Demon Cult to sow discord. Don't believe it!" She clenched the Yitian Sword in her hand and looked around, not daring to be careless. Ye Feng looked at the diary in his hand. A stream of purple air from a baby's fist entered his dantian, and he suddenly felt worried. "Hey, what should I write every day? The secrets are almost finished!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.