Destiny wanted him to lose all five senses, so he used the bones of his brothers as a ladder to strike out towards the sky with a sword that asked questions!
Chu Jiuxuan's life was as thin as paper when he was born. During the enshrinement ceremony, thunder struck and shattered the life lamp.
"Eight characters are too light? I want to change my destiny against the will of heaven!" Amid the roar of Master Chu Shanhe, the young man stepped into the world of mortals with the broken sword engraved with "Nine Deaths Without Regrets" -
In the subway soul-eating case, his talisman suppressed the ghost gate, and in the antique auction house, his blood talisman saved the gold ingot of a rich man who was killed by an ancient jade.
When the warm lamp in the ancient books bookstore illuminated the burn mark on Lin Wan's neck, and when Mo Shuhuai pushed up his glasses and revealed that "the fallen dragon coffin was actually a trap for incarceration," Chu Jiuxuan was shocked to realize: this troubled world has long been nailed to the ninth level of death!
When the undercurrent surges, brothers are both armor and weakness:
Jin Yuanbao slumped in a pile of Hermès bags to protect him from the sting: "This wave of blood earns luxury goods depreciation expenses..."
Wuya, a Miao girl, cut her wrists to attract Gu and stained the altar with blood: "There are no deserters in Heishui Cave!"
Buddha's disciple Shi Mingche's golden body was cracked and still running wildly on his back: "Buddha said... It's very heavy."
When the Heavenly Dao crushed the last lamp of life, Chu Jiuxuan sacrificed his eyes to death.
The blind Taoist taps the bamboo stick on the ground to spread the air patterns, and the blood talismans are written in the sky to form a shocking formation.
"You want these eyes of mine? Give me the light of all realms in exchange!"
He stepped on the golden rain formed by the fire of his brother's soul, and pointed his sword at the giant word "Creator" in the sky.
Lin Wan's tearful smile came from behind: "My man is making tea and has no time to sort out the offal—"
Three years later, heavy snow will cover the city
The child stuffed maltose into the palm of the blind Taoist priest: "Mom said your eyes suffered a disaster for us."
In Qixin Bookstore, Mo Shuhuai's graffiti notebook shows a fat shadow smiling innocently.
Chu Jiuxuan rubbed his broken sword and chuckled:
"The food the fat man owes... It's time to come back and pay it back."
There was snow falling outside the window, and there seemed to be gold shavings mixed into the lights of thousands of houses in the world.
