Chen Fan was hunted, so he hid in an unknown valley, formed a formation, and fell asleep.
Three hundred years later, he was woken up.
A declining sect that is about to collapse, it must be said that he is an ancestor who has been sleeping for ten thousand years; a righteous genius with an abnormal mind, must be playing a shocking game of chess that will destroy the world; a leader in the demonic path, his heart is broken by his yawn, and he can't stand on his knees...
Chen Fan was devastated.
He just felt a little tired and sleepy. He yawned as a physiological reaction, turned over to find a comfortable position, and slapped the blood demon to death because the other party was too noisy.
Why did he become the most connected person in the world of cultivation for no apparent reason?
What's even more outrageous is that the more he explains, the more they feel that he is playing a big game.
——"Ancestor's actions must have deep meaning!"
——"The ancestor's eyes are deducing the pattern of the next three thousand years, right?"
Chen Fan closed his eyes.
Forget it, destroy it, go to sleep first.
