Huangtu Diji

The ashes and ashes of the feathers become empty, and a level of nirvana leads to death and life. Thousands of mysteries are searched for the magic trace, but all mysteries are in vain. Here, I gathered branches to build a parasol tree, and the stars were made of exquisite silk. The ambition is to conquer the six realms of the galaxy, and to kill the three evil spirits in the world. From ancient times, Zhou Yuan's heart remains unmoved, and the wind and flowing clouds hate the rush. The first calamity of Qinglian has ended, and Hongmeng has finally opened its way.