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In ancient times, Liwangdui cracked, and a vicious Qiongqi, who had been trapped for thousands of years, broke out, causing great disaster to the Holy Continent. Lang Xiyu, a young herbal collector with no ambitions and ignorance, accidentally fell off a cliff and accidentally swallowed a foreign substance's essence and blood. Manggu Zhuha relied on both misfortune and blessing. Since the beginning of the Small Thousand Realm, he has been determined to embark on the path of spiritual practice. Hitting the pillars and singing wildly, I have settled my grudges. I can't look back from now on. I raise my head to look up at the dark stars. The dark and evil abyss, the strange mist, the treacherous clouds, this is a vast and magnificent world of fairy tales. The gods and witches are afraid to look at me, and the spirits and monsters stop fighting when they hear it. There are eight million swordsmen in the sky, but they must lower their eyebrows when they see me! A demon walks in the vast cloud ruins.

(For various reasons, it is difficult to update in the middle, so I will modify and reissue it) In the troubled times of the five turbidities, there are dead bodies on the road, and strange things happen, such as houses on fire. Western firearms are invincible, demons are red and green, and monsters are rampant. At the end of the martial arts world, everyone is looking for a way out. In the Bashu area, the legend of outstanding people and health-preserving masters spread like wildfire, and then set off a violent wave, which soon swept the world. No one could resist it, from the nine-five-year-old nobles to the ghosts and animals of the people, everyone could not help but rise and fall with the waves. When I was born, I did nothing. After I was born, Han Zuo declined. Yan and Huang, the passing of the fire, it is time, a song of Yanfu, singing from all over the country!