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A shooting star is short-lived, but the moment it appears, the eternal constellation will also lose its luster.

The world is prosperous, all things are delicate, and mysteries often present countless opportunities. However, I just want to go home.

This is a world of three hundred and sixty lines, where one can transcend in any line! Dancers cultivate tenderness and determine life and death with their sleeves. The scholar relies on his spirit and scolds Fang Qiu with his writing! The Buddha has his Dharma, the Tao has its rules and regulations, and there are also nameless sects and side sects of miraculous skills. Only Iron Man, well, Iron Man cannot cultivate immortality. So no matter how he practices, he always practices mortal Qi! So no matter how strong he is, he always uses ordinary martial arts! However, if all monsters and gods are equal under one punch, is such a move still considered ordinary? !

Life is like a drama that can only be watched by you alone. No matter whether the plot is sad or happy, the ending is good or bad, only you can empathize with it. Seven days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes. In this final time, Liu Liyue still has many things she wants to do!

The surrounding light receded quickly, and strange colors that were neither blue, black nor green filled the world. In this vast dreamy color, a huge scale filled with gold and white light suddenly appeared. "In our realm, mortals can be equal to gods!"

There is no law, no ethics, everything is only respected by strength! Immortal cultivators are cruel and cruel, and use human blood to refine magic weapons. The bandits are a nuisance to their neighbors and regard life as nothing. In such a dark and chaotic world of immortality, how can Wu Debt and Hell bring a little light to ordinary people?