He has transformed into the real Huanglong of the "Three Nothings" of the ancient world - no treasure, no heel, no disciples, and is about to worship the Chan Cult and become the twelve golden immortals? Huang Long said: I will not accept this script!
Before he officially started, he decisively turned around and joined Jie Jiao's disciples. The leader of Tongtian Cult raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?" Huang Long nodded like a fool: "Thousands of immortals come to court, and they teach all kinds of things. This is what I like!"
From then on, the painting style of Honghuang changed suddenly——
Yuanshi Tianzun: "Huang Long! Did you steal my elixir and refine it?"
Leader Tongtian: "Huanglong, give me half."
The Second Saint of the West: "Donor, you are destined to be my Buddha..."
Huang Long smiled: "I'm sorry, I only have a relationship with Jie Jiao."
No magic weapon can be refined by oneself, no spiritual roots can be planted by oneself, and no disciple can harvest by oneself. When the Great Catastrophe of Conferring Gods came, this "Sanwu Zhenren" who should have been nailed to the pillar of shame, became the biggest variable in rewriting the chess game of Tiandao.
Let's see how Master Sanwu changed his fate against the will of heaven, and let the whole world remember - Jiejiao Huanglong, not to be underestimated!
It looks pretty good so far
Nice Honghuang River, compact and no stains