"What bad thoughts can the Ten Thousand Years Demon Lord have?"
The spiritual energy of the mortal world is exhausted, and the lives of mortals are like grass.
The majestic Supreme Demon Lord was brutally surrounded and killed by five immortals, and a residual soul possessed his sinful wife.
The first thing I did when I woke up was to be dragged out to feed the wolves.
The rough warrior, who was covered in blood and had even had his military merit deducted, slapped his only merit card on the table in exchange for her life.
"Follow me. I won't starve you to death with a mouthful of solid food."
Lin Qinghuang looked at this silly guy and smiled.
Have the cultivators drained the spiritual energy of the mortal world?
No problem.
This picture of the return of all things to the source in my hand is designed to eat the evil and turbid air that you find most disgusting.
Open up wasteland, plant spiritual rice, and raise your husband.
The person who had been dead for three years turned green overnight, and the people in the Immortal Master's Mansion were stunned.
Ten years later, the aloof immortals,
Looking at the warrior god in the mortal world who was tearing apart the heaven with his hands and the demon empress behind him, he knelt down.
