Daozhong

"With a spiritual spring, how can you make money by making wine and selling milk tea?" "Is this sword good? Of course I have to bury it in the ground and wait until it grows into a sword tree." "My weapon embroidered pillow is useless. It's really my last magical power... Hey, why do I still have a weapon..." In this world, if you want to become the strongest, you don't need to practice diligently, nor do you need to experience life and death. You only need to grow a peerless magic weapon, and then pick it up! The old monk with a sad expression silently posted a message to his circle of fairy friends: Unlucky, one palm fell out and the blood in my hand fell; like a Taoist priest who banished immortals, only one person in the circle of fairy friends was visible: I wonder if Sister Qingmo will come to see me... Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, great demons, demons, sword immortals... There is a song that goes around the city for three months without stopping, and the city is like purgatory; there are also poems that are transformed into realms, refining and killing all things; swords are shining, and hundreds of treasures compete for glory. This place was once glorious and then turned into a wasteland. The beacon fire burned out, the mountains and rivers were broken, and there was no reincarnation. It was a cage for ten thousand years. Do you want a Tao seed? Or does the road depend on planting? "There is beauty like jade in the soil, and there is a house of gold in the soil. As long as you can cultivate the land, what can't you do?" Su Nianhe silently took out a handful of golden soil from his chest and said this.