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This is May 26, 3261 in the Daxuan calendar. The black sun in the sky is clear and warm. Black cats and white cats are fighting and playing on the street. People are also smiling, friendly and loving to each other, just like normal people. Wu You rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of Yunlu City Second Mental Hospital with his luggage. Everything seemed so friendly to a stranger. [Haha, if I hadn't vaguely seen the creeping shadows with claws and teeth under their feet, and vaguely heard the weird and bizarre murmurs in the dark, I would have really believed you. ] He controlled the twitching corners of his mouth and took a deep breath - this world is too dangerous, but luckily he brought a bomb with him.

Sir, what is cultivating immortality? Nothing more than promotion. Upgrading... Can I get great freedom? No, upgrade to the next level and face the great terror. (Book Club: 1041692026) In this case, why do all living beings cultivate immortality? The lower ones govern people, the middle ones seek survival, and the upper ones kill the way. What is Dao Zhan? The master gently rubbed the boy in green clothes and glanced around the surroundings surrounded by fairy aura. In the realm that the boy in green clothes couldn't see, the world was filled with vague flesh and blood and evil spirits. The weird roars in his ears were destroying the soul all the time. In the gaps in the sky, the external demon poked out the messy and shapeless fingers and claws. The corner of his mouth twitched, and Fu Sheng looked like a god, looking at the indescribable tens of thousands of immortals above his head, especially the three most terrifying ones in the middle, his head was about to explode. My name is Zhang Qinghe, the only true cultivator in this damn world of fake immortal cultivators. I carry my coffin...