The heat wave flipped off the roof and the tiles exploded, Guang Chengzi rushed over holding the sky plow borrowed by Taishang Laojun, breathing fire. I knelt on the scorched earth with my hair curled up, and my neck felt half cold when I took out the sword that killed immortals and slayed gods. The Tai Chi talisman was slapped on the chest like a piece of iced watermelon rind, and the heart-piercing lock suddenly sprouted nine black chains and drilled into the seven orifices - the leader of Tongtian touched the golden lock on his neck and raised the corners of his mouth.
