The divine sculpture has come to an end, but the smile has not yet risen, and the sky has begun to appear.
Yang Guo melted the nine suns, forged the divine fire, and pointed his sword at Xuan Ming.
Linghu Chong took his qin and let Yingying play the music while he lay drunk in Huashan Mountain.
Zhang Wuji is in charge of the world, Zhao Min is wearing a green silk hair, and they go to the appointment with the heroes.
A pot of stupid wine, drunk watching the immortals and demons in the rivers and lakes, rising from Hengyue with the sword, smiling proudly at Xuan Ming!
