In the age of the end of Dharma, the great road has withered. As the last descendant of the Tianshi Mansion, Li Xuanxiao had mastered the full-level Lightning Running Fist, but he didn't even have a place to use it. I can only set up a fortune-telling stall under an overpass every day. I am kicked out by the urban management and ridiculed by the entire Internet as a charlatan.
Until that day, the red moon is in the sky, and the weirdness is fully revived!
A terrifying flying zombie that had been sleeping for thousands of years burst out of the ground, with a green face and fangs, and an evil aura rising to the sky!
Just when the whole human race is falling into endless despair, all the metaphysical masters are running away with their heads in their hands.
Li Xuanxiao, who was setting up a stall, was trembling with excitement and his eyes were shining: "Fuck! Wild flying zombie? This thing actually exists?!"
The next second, thunder rolled from the sky, and the violent thunder tore through the night sky!
Li Xuanxiao was bathed in the thunderous light, smashed the entire street with a lightning thunder fist, and rubbed Feizheng crazily.
The entire audience was dumbfounded: "I asked you to set up a stall to cheat money, but you saved the world?!"
