Constant hatred is like a sword made of iron, which cannot be overcome by the wind after thousands of years.
In the eighth year of Qiyue, Jiang Yan became famous in one battle, won the first place on the Tianban, became famous all over the world, and enjoyed unlimited glory for a while.
However, the destruction of the cemetery made Jiang Yan bear the name of "tyrant", and everyone feared him from then on.
Soon, four continents were encircled and suppressed, and Jiang Yan was willing to die under the sword of Xie Du, the leader of the Tianshu Sect and his former classmate.
Unexpectedly, in the ninth year of the Apocalypse, the four continents were frozen. In the desolate snowfield of Yanzhou, the "tyrant" Jiang Yan, who should have been dead for a hundred years, opened his eyes. He returned from the vast snow grave.
Over the past hundred years, things have changed and people have changed.
When Jiang Yan was a boy, he met a living god with a clear breeze and bright moon.
It's a pity that God forbids that he will be young again.
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"Let's go," Xie Du's eyes turned slightly red when he saw his old friend again. He turned his back and said angrily, "Xian has already gone to where he was the guest."
Intention: The spirit of youth is an irreplaceable thing
