I was transformed into cannon fodder in the world of immortality, and was forced to face the awakened world-destroying demon king.
In desperation, I pulled out the pecans in my pocket and started plated.
The demon king suddenly knelt down when he saw the pulp-covered walnut that I had plated out: "Senior, have mercy! You actually used the world-destroying magic weapon to play with the plate?"
Everyone in the sect instantly recognized me as a hidden boss.
The leader spent the whole night looking through the classics: "Check it quickly! Is the gesture of the senior pinning walnuts the supreme spiritual method?"
From then on, I embarked on a path of no return: the rag I threw around was used as a fairy rope, and the sneezing was used as a sneeze.
During the Immortal Competition, I was so nervous that I folded up my jade pendant.
The magic weapons in the audience collectively rebelled and piled up into a hill at my feet, shivering.
