The demonic energy soaring into the sky envelopes Chang'an. Can the little Taoist priest turn the tide?
The demon fox occupying the palace stood on the glazed tiles, narrowed his charming eyes, and uttered a prophecy: You will stain the earth with blood.
Tang Xiaotao held the steamed bun and took a bite: Who, can the steamed bun be changed in taste? Even if you die, you have to be a dead ghost.
What is right is evil, what is demon is Tao. At this moment of fate, it is about to be revealed.