A different fantasy story that you have never seen before and never seen before.
The ancient saints said: "The Tao can be taught, but it is not the Tao." The Tao can be explained, but the Tao is changing, and there is no permanent Tao. There are three thousand Tao, the Tao can be cultivated through meditation, the Tao can be cultivated by eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, and the Tao can also be cultivated by playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
People can cultivate Taoism, demons can cultivate Taoism, ghosts can also cultivate Taoism, and everything can cultivate Taoism if it has spirit.
In a certain monastic sect, Di Qing was sitting alone on the top of a mountain, his mouth wide open, spider-like legs twisting between his lips and teeth, his eyes constantly shaking, centipede legs pulling out, and his skin bulging from time to time.
An outstanding-looking female monk in a pink skirt pointed at Di Qing, and asked the kind-faced old man beside her with some confusion: "Master, is he also a sword cultivator from our Jianfeng Peak?"
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Before the old man could speak, Di Qing stood up. Six dark purple mantis front claws popped out of his chest. A huge sword-like stinger popped out from the inside of each forearm. Eight spider claws stretched out from his back, and a scorpion tail swayed left and right behind it.
A loud voice came from the corner of Di Qing's cracked mouth, "Junior sister, of course I am a swordsman, a swordsman with seventeen swords."
The junior sister saw his strange appearance, and saw the bright red light flashing in his mouth, and then looked at the old hall in front of him. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit him. Li Yi crossed his arms and panicked in his heart: No, he was taken into the wrong path!
