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In the ancient Tang Dynasty, Yulong was supreme, fighting between gods, and he was the sole hegemon. The 600 gods who came from Aslant to the human world fought with each other for dominance. Yunfei is one of the 600 gods, and he cannot escape this fate. However, he is far from aware of this war, and for him there is another unknown secret.

The protagonist travels to the wizarding world and has his own Taoist mall. Is he stronger in witchcraft or Taoism? The undead are coming, please try my peach wood sword! There is a skeleton, do you want to try my Samadhi True Fire? What? You said you are immortal? Look at my five elements of thunder! What? Is there an undead dragon ahead? Forgot to mention, I also have a magic called the magic of inviting gods... Please be loyal and loyal, Guan... Wait, let's change to someone more powerful. If you want, please make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, Qi... Forget it, just turn it up, it saves you the chance to ask Dao Ancestor to subdue the demon if you think you still have a chance! Stop! Stop! Who is that, are you a golden horn or a silver horn? I ask Dao Ancestor, why are you here? What? Daozu said that I asked him to deal with a little bug, which was simply an insult to him. Should I use the magic of inviting gods with caution? That seems to make sense. What are you going to do? Golden Horn or Silver Horn: Who is that? I call you, do you dare to agree?

Yunhua had never thought about marrying Mo Chang, the powerful King of Zhan. She didn't know what Mo Chang thought. She only knew that she could enjoy herself in her own yard. Mo Chang gave Yunhua the treatment she deserved. The sentence "Why don't you believe me so much?" Made Mo Chang start to look at this woman again. Mo Chang found that his princess was so smart that he was ashamed of herself. At the same time, Yunhua also found that her husband was tender under the cold appearance. When the lonely flute was no longer the lonely flute, the desert freedom that Yunhua longed for seemed to be in front of her eyes again, and when the clusters of red plums reflected the small window, the lonely flute became the lonely flute again... She picked up a pen and wrote "The dawn moon sleeps alone again under the red window." He asked, "What is the red window moon?" She answered, "The red plums reflect the window, the moonlight is clear, isn't it?" In the back of the court, a single move affects the whole body. He wants to get rid of the traitorous officials, but also wants to protect his wife and children. Mo Chang doesn't know where his heart should go in the world...