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I once took root in a humble place, and for ten years, driven by hatred, I stood on the top of the mountain and cut the blue clouds with my sword. I have also been entangled in the world of mortals and stayed in the same place for a hundred years. When the world heard about it, I was either ridiculed, ridiculed or regretful. He also once heard the sword energy piercing the air and saw the sword light flashing on the battlefield, and personally ignited the sword fire to turn the dead enemy into ashes and dissipate between the heaven and the earth. Later, he ascended to the immortal world and saw thousands of prodigious and wealthy families overwhelming the heaven and earth. He saw the Supreme Emperor resisting the halberd and singing praises to others. He saw the nobles of the Holy Land turned into rubble in the blood and fire. The scriptures passed down after countless years have been passed down. But so what? In the blink of an eye, the white horse passed by. I suppressed me under the monument and chanted sutras every night. I never saw my pursuer again. As the sun and moon rotate, only a sword box stays with me. An old man once said that I was the result of fate, but when I opened my six eyes and saw thousands of him in one person, when I tore off a corner of the sky to get a glimpse of my destiny, I looked around and saw no sign of him. Only then did I understand, fate? Haha, fate! I am spreading golden light to all worlds from the highest point of the fairy world, drinking the blood of losers on the wreckage of time, waiting for the next one to kill me in the depths of the abyss.

Twenty years before and after life, right and wrong, wrong and right, wrong and right, youth gained and lost in an instant, why do you regret having to do it over again, and even if you do it over again, there is nothing to be afraid of. Love, hate, ups and downs, five hearts and five flavors!

In the ancient times, the vast wars, the changes of stars, the vast universe, the waning of the sun and the moon were just a fleeting flash in the pan. The space of all things is just a point bound by power. Among them, there are countless fallen masters from all walks of life. Some lurk and wait for the opportunity to be reborn. Some have disappeared and disappeared in the vast universe. There are also a few who only exist in the Wuchang of Kyushu for the inheritance of their mantles. Yu Jie has no soy sauce at home, so he went to buy two kilograms...