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Wake up from sleep. He became the "Sanwu Zhenren" Huang Long. Not a single victory, not a single magic weapon, not a single disciple. It was the real Huanglong who was running around all over the map and was dropped on the flagpole by three generations of disciples. One of the twelve golden immortals of Chanjiao. We were born between heaven and earth, how could we behave like this? He wants to change: "I, Huang Long, rely on having many friends, many magic weapons, and many apprentices to travel in the world." Of course, the most important thing is to rely on one word: stability. "Fellow Taoist, please stay."

When he woke up, he touched the horns on his head. He was so flustered.... As the rich and handsome man of Dongsheng China, why did he feel that everyone around him was red-eyed. There are immortals and demons chasing him above, and brothers below him with swords. There is Buddha's plan... How to be liberated...