The sequel to Zhu Xian. There are countless beautiful stories in the vast Kyushu, as well as all kinds of magical and weird books on cultivation. The pure and inactive Taoist techniques, the majestic and solemn true Buddhist techniques, the ferocious and fierce demonic techniques, as well as the weird and unpredictable witchcraft of southern Xinjiang and the ghost ways of the Nine Netherland. Where did the Zhuxian Sword come from? Why is there such a majestic resentment? Who is hiding the Heavenly Emperor's Dark Stone in the Heavenly Emperor's treasure house? What is the legend on it? The true secrets of ghosts have reappeared in the world, and the descendants of Jiuli are roaring in the extreme south, seemingly unwilling to decline like this. In the depths of the wilderness, countless Shura ghosts roared in the valley, hitting the Ming King Seal again and again...
The clear autumn wind gently blew the land, taking away the last green leaf. At the foot of the majestic Qingyun Mountain, a man in linen took the fallen leaf and murmured in a low voice: "Autumn is here again, Xiao Hui.
On the platform looking at the moon, a beautiful woman is dancing, her graceful and graceful figure is shy of the crescent moon. Bai Su....
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
