After traveling through the world of spiritual practice for one hundred and thirty years, I was nothing - I was rejected as a disciple, disapproved of my ordination, dared not enter the magic gate, and didn't even have a golden finger. I could only hide in the Sutra Pavilion and wait for death. As a result, before I died, I opened the book and woke up! Read a biography and understand the lost Sutra of Feathering and Ascension; watch a rain and understand the endless life; read a classical book and understand the power of dragons and elephants; read the biographies of swordsman masters and understand the techniques of grass and wood swordsmanship. The leader's junior brother was besieged, and I, Dao Yun, took four consecutive shots of a fish leaping into the sea at this time, a bright moon appeared on the sea, golden lotuses were planted in the bitter sea, and flowers bloomed in the sky on the other side. Eight eighth-level Taoist ancestors died on the spot. Taishangdao still wants revenge?
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