On the day Lin Shuo was hung on the altar, he learned that his collateral bloodline was the medicine of Zhulong.
When the chain penetrated the lute's bones, he smiled and said to the clan elders: "Is the one you raised really a candle dragon?"
Before his blood was cold, the destiny disk awakened in his skull, and it was able to swallow the enemy's fate——
The old monster with green clams crawling around the tree was backlashed by his own magical weapon, the genius of the lonely pine in the moonlight had his spiritual roots dug out, and the descendants of the Nine Holy Lands watched the stars in the Palace of Fate extinguish one by one.
The fire was already burning. When Lin Shuo tore open the seal of Zhulong's true body, he discovered that the so-called bloodline curse contained a shocking lie:
The crazy remnant souls of the ancestors were roaring, the tampered life chart system was whispering the truth, and corpses with the same face as mine from three thousand years ago were floating under the Nine Netherworld River.
The most poisonous situation in the world is when you think you are changing your destiny against nature, but in fact, every step you take is making wedding clothes for others.
When the bloody sky rained down the god-killing arrows, Lin Shuo held Mu Yaoguang's hand that was pierced by the star chain, and pierced the candle dragon's reverse scale into the core of the birth chart:
"Since the way of heaven is the immortal god who dare not show his face——"
"Then I will teach him what it means to be like a piece of grass and to kill someone who becomes the emperor."
