Qing Ming Deed

Mining slave Lin Mo dyed his blood and awakened Qing Ming Tong, but he didn't know that these eyes that could see through the illusion of the three realms were taboos that should be sealed forever. When the ancient inscriptions were flowing in his eyes, the jade glass with broken spiritual power came out of the depths of the cold pool - the twelve golden needles in her hair locked the memory of reincarnation, and also locked the cause and effect of the two people having the same origin. With every stitch, I can stay with you for ten more years, but the Demon-Suppressing Monument will be nearly a hundred years away from collapse. Yu Liuli's fingertips touched Lin Mo's blood-stained clothes, and behind him was the raging demonic tide. Do you want this people to be safe, or... I want the mountains and rivers reflected in your eyes to be fine. Lin Mo clasped her translucent hand, and his Qing Ming Tong ignited the sky-burning flames. From then on, the abandoned disciples of the Xuantian Sect held the sword and asked the sky, using the thread of love as a guide, to refine the blood of the demons into a demon-killing blade; The spirit of the ancient monument falls into the mortal world, and the golden needle is used as a matchmaker to transform the thousands of years of cultivation into a lamp to protect the road. When the Dark Night Demon Eyes appeared again, they realized that the so-called catastrophe was just a love disaster written by the gods—— This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.