Lin Xuan died suddenly in 996 in his previous life and traveled through the wilderness with no clues or magic weapon. He didn't even know where the door of Zixiao Palace opened. The only awakened "daily settlement panel" told him that as long as he was alive, he would be rewarded.
Get some sleep and get a great avenue-level concealment formation. Stir-fry green vegetables and give the fortune cauldron, the ultimate treasure of chaos. When you plant and turn the soil, you will receive ten pounds of chaotic soil.
So he circled a piece of land at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and set up a hundred and eighty thousand illusory arrays in front of the door, determined to survive until the end of the universe without a trace of cause and effect in this life.
But Honghuang refused to let him calm down. During the first tribulation of the Long Han Dynasty, Qilin's blood spilled on the wall of his courtyard. When Zixiao Palace was preaching, Nuwa passed by his door. The Lich was in danger, and the aftermath of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' self-destruction shattered his chicken coop.
What's even more terrible is that Tiandao Hongjun discovered that no matter how he deduces, he can't figure out the young man who is chopping firewood with Pangu ax and stewing meat with Chaos Bell.
When the demon god Rahu was beaten by the four saints and fled to the foot of Mount Buzhou in despair, the scene he saw made him kneel down:
"Senior... Who are you?"
Lin Xuan tightened his grip on the hoe, his face full of vigilance: "Is it a porcelain attack?"
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Good or bad, come on