In the Canglan Continent, terror has descended and civilization has collapsed. Only by clearing each dungeon can there be a chance of survival.
The righteous monks did their part and stepped into the dungeon one after another, looking for hope of salvation.
Sword cultivators split the sky with their swords, Dharma cultivators moved mountains and reclaimed seas, and medical cultivators saved lives and healed the wounded.
Only Fu Xiu has a unique painting style.
They draw, draw, draw.
——Why are you still painting when the enemies are in front of you?
——Draw a tiger's back, draw a bear's waist, and draw useless chest muscles to do whatever you want!
——The Mountain Seal is not a pig's trotter!
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Success is despised by everyone.
Ding Lan, who came from time-travel:...
Before she died of thirst, she tried to write the word "water" on the charm——
The sky is shaking, ghosts and gods are frightened, thousands of miles of waves are swallowing up the sky, and the fertile sun is swallowing up.
As soon as this word came out, the hidden ancestor came out overnight: "This word should be the hope of saving the world!"
Ding Lan, who was completely chilled by the shower: "..."
Sorry, I am proficient in 3,500 commonly used words.
Intention: practice calligraphy, practice calligraphy quickly
