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In the Xutian Palace. On the left is the golden thunder bamboo magic weapon, and on the right is the soul-crying beast. Faced with the old demon Han who wanted to kill him and then quickly. The physical body was destroyed, and only a trace of the residual soul was left in the mysterious bones, but he laughed stubbornly.

Traveling to the mortal world, starting with only five spiritual roots? Fortunately, I can copy other people's treasures. That would be great! Copy Han Li's Heavenly Palm Vase? His is a female and mine is a male! Copy the Ascension Order? Join Huang Maple Valley smoothly! Copy Nangong Wan's prohibition token? Hers is fake, mine is real! Successfully copied Xutian Cauldron? Throw out the fake and watch the Nascent Souls in the Sea of ​​Stars kill each other, and then crush them instantly with the real thing. As long as the treasures of all phenomena come into my hands, I can cultivate my five spiritual roots to become an immortal!

Traveling through the West, awakening to destiny and destroying the system. As long as you keep showing off and causing the gods and Buddhas in the sky to break your defense, you will become stronger. So Sun Wukong was at Huaguo Mountain: In the first scene, Taibai sheds tears, and in the second scene, the Dragon King is heartbroken. The Bodhisattva in three poses kneels down, and the Jade Emperor in four poses confesses his sins. The five-pendulum Guanyin collapsed, and the six-pendulum Lingshan was shattered. Five hundred years, the Western Paradise. The Buddha's light that filled the sky behind him as he stood on the lotus platform turned completely black. "Honorable Guanyin, what happened to the hozen?" "Why are the pilgrims in trouble again?" "Report back to the World Honored One." Guanyin's face was ashen and already numb: "The hozen disliked the fact that the Flame Mountain was too hot and fell asleep at the foot of the mountain." "The pilgrim who refused to delay his trip and crossed the mountain alone has been burned to the point of being paralyzed." As soon as these words were spoken, two lines of clear tears flowed down from the Tathagata's solemn cheeks. He couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Whose fault is this?"