After thousands of years of solitary voyage, the people of the Immortal Boat were finally blessed by the Star God Medicine Master and gained endless longevity.
At the moment when he swallowed the fairy fruit, Emperor Gong Siming, who had not yet become a god, foresaw the tragic future of the fairy boat and determined to destroy Jianmu. After shooting an arrow at Jianmu, he was sealed by the nobles.
At the same time, another person went to the universe alone, trying to beg the Star God to take back his blessing.
At the moment when their fates intersected, he finally got a glimpse of the Star God.
The King of Medicine sighed compassionately, gave blessings generously, and cursed gently.
"My pity, my pity——"
"You will become Yayin."
The light arrow of Emperor Gong Siming, who ended the era of fire tribulation, cut off the building wood, but did not harm the delicate flower bud.
It was not until a thousand years later that the jianmu flowers bloomed, and the nine-fold red lotus bloomed into the magnificent scene of hell.
What was born from the lotus platform of the nine-fold red lotus was a new messenger of fertility, a pure white person with a clear glazed body, a nectar whose flesh and blood could be used to relieve the demonic yin, and a longevity plague that was hated by the immortal boat people.
After being imprisoned in the Nether Prison for a hundred years, he was liberated. He was lynched tens of thousands of times and used his flesh and blood to relieve the five turbidities. The two blessings of hunting and fertility on his body were also like a curse.
Until the time of those five heroes comes.
The Vigilant Dragon Master used the Cloud Chanting Technique to swipe away the people who surrounded him pitifully, with a cold look on his face as if he couldn't bear it.
The purple-haired fox girl sighed: Why didn't those people let him go? The general had already said that Pity Yu Xianzhou was harmless and he was a comrade of Emperor Gong Siming... Moreover, he was protected by Emperor Gong Siming!
Luofu's sword head cast a cold glance: Jingyuan, don't treat him as a pet.
The shaggy white-haired boy quickly hid the snacks in his hands behind his back and said calmly: I understand, Master...
The new Baiye poked his forehead with his hand: You can't ask for help, you idiot!
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