The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River cannot hide the karma that burns the sky in his palms, and the ragged green shirt cannot cover the three thousand lines between his eyebrows.
He is the world-destroying star who crawled out of the hanging coffin in Guixu, but he is also the last lampkeeper in the catastrophe of the Qing Dynasty.
Although hundreds of immortal sects regard him as someone who must punish evil spirits, he is still a Taoist sect that worships reincarnated saints who have been around for thousands of years.
Three Thousand Thunder Tribulations, everyone, please be optimistic!
Senior Brother: "Junior brother, don't panic!" He rounded his arms and threw the Immortal Sky Sword toward the clouds, "This is the latest lightning rod for the immortal world!"
The golden elixir is broken. Please watch out!
Second Senior Brother: "Little Junior Brother, don't panic!" He pulled hundreds of dragon tendons from the dragon clan overnight, "Senior Brother, I will knit a golden elixir set for you!"
The demons are besieging you, please be careful!
Third Senior Brother: "Little Junior Brother, don't panic!" He took out the artifact Concentric Lock from his arms and said, "I have made an appointment with the Demon Lord for you!"
Lin Yao: Use the skull to refine the hair growth paste to make the best hot pot base in the six realms.
Fuguang: Zixiao Leijie, the three good students of the sect, was "approved in advance".
Lingbao: The weapon refiner works part-time as a fairy paparazzi
Intention: None