I Sealed It in a Used Bookstore for Three Hundred Years

Three hundred years ago, I carved the sealing formation with my own hands and restrained my senior brother Sikong Yao in the tower and underground palace. Three hundred years later, the sealing formation cracked. He's back. With the shadow quality, the egg shell, and the obsession of Shen Qingwu's consciousness left in my chest. You break the seal with your own hands and hand over her consciousness, and I will let the child go. Zhou Xiaoman was hung in the air by the shadow thread, with blood dripping from his shoulders. I crushed the jade plaque and broken porcelain pieces in my arms. The light exploded, and all the three hundred years of Taixuan Sutra cultivation returned. I punched into the egg shell. The roots of the earth's veins cannot withstand the fist of the Immortal Lord. Sikong Yao was stunned. This was the first time in three hundred years that he had miscalculated his opponent's strength. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.