The eight hundred years of spring and autumn are like a big dream, and the experience of a hundred years is like a void. This is a world full of conspiracies and calculations. It has experienced countless lives and deaths, and countless people and events have been blown away by the wind. Now that they are back, I wonder if it is fate or man-made?
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"Nanrong Demon! You sacrificed the creatures of southern Xinjiang to improve your qualifications. Your sin is unforgivable. Today is your day of death!"
"Damn devil, you massacred my family three hundred years ago for the Demon Suppression Tower. Today I will definitely make your head disappear!"
"Devil Nanrong, hand over the Phoenix Soul Bottle, and I will keep your whole body today."
Ten Thousand Bones Cave is a towering cliff.
Countless decent masters were holding sharp swords, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was undoubtedly exposed. Several of them had solemn expressions, and pointed their sharp swords directly at the woman in black robes on the Bone Cliff, as if they were carrying great righteousness.
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"Haha, it's just a winner and a loser." A sarcastic voice floated in the wind.
The woman in black robe has black hair like a waterfall, her face is almost delicate, and her body is covered in blood. She looks like a devil from hell. Especially her eyes, which are like evil ghosts in the dark night, making people fearful.
Leap.
"No, the devil jumped into the Ten Thousand Bones Cave, damn it."
"Damn it, Phoenix Soul Bottle!"
Countless decent sects rushed towards the devil, but even the earthly immortals could not enter the Ten Thousand Bones Cave full of evil spirits, and a generation of devils fell.
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A ray of warm light in the early morning shone on the cold white face of the young girl. The woman smiled faintly. Was the evil ghost contract successful?
The girl stood up and walked in the slightly dilapidated wooden house. A pair of slender hands pushed open the window. The girl's eyes as dark as deep pool water moved slightly, her face was a little wanton, and she whispered: "The scenery eight hundred years ago... Was particularly clear."
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[Dark Flow Heroine#Pursue Immortal Way#Three views are only applicable to the world of intrigue and deceit of cultivating immortals#If you don't like it, don't spray and enter with caution]
Intention: a person's persistence towards goals and maturity of mind
