Blood feuds are buried in laughter, and eternal killings are hidden in cups.
Three hundred years later, the most notorious dandy in Qingzhou City was holding a gilt wine bottle, and the cup reflected the monstrous blood flames of Tiangong Pavilion.
Lin An smiled frivolously, but the Nine Apertures Furnace sealed in his heart swallowed the seventh Saint Clan waist card - this prodigal with a "waste constitution" was the "living dead" who was dismembered on the night when the Tiangong Pavilion was destroyed.
The wrist of Chu Zhaoran holding the tea was wrapped with a soul-eating chain. His Qianji Eyes could see through the spiritual power of the world, but he could not see through the mysterious dew handed over by the man beside him, whether there was a conspiracy more poisonous than the curse seal hidden in it. When the tips of her hair are stained with corpse blood, when the green light that is the same as Lin An's heart emerges from the gap in the city defense formation, this alliance that started with poisoned wine and betrayal will eventually tear apart the bloodiest lies in the world of cultivation.
"You think I'm on the fifth floor?" Lin An crushed the bronze apothecary beads, and the entire Qingzhou City turned into a Shura chessboard at his fingertips. "No, from the moment you drank the first cup of tea, you have become my Yan Jia."
On the day when the ancient machine city reappeared, the heads of the nine holy clans discovered in horror:
The boy who had been beheaded by his own hands back then was returning from the underworld on the back of a golden beast;
The soul-eating cauldron that had been drained of its value reflected in its eyes the truth that they would never dare to touch;
The "Wanxiang Pivot" that was stained with blood three hundred years ago has long been turned into a thread wrapped around the souls of all monks.
——Are you going to be the apprentice of the slayer of masters, or the chess player of slayer of gods?
