Qi Fa Wushuang

In the sea of ​​​​people, you and I all have indifferent expressions. It was as if a plan suddenly came into being and he was smiling again. The night was blurry, and the atmosphere looked so harmonious. It was him or her, pretending to be decent, wearing a mask of justice, and counting my crimes. The thunder in the sky is transformed into Qi, the moon turns into glass phase, and all things decay and fall apart. Is this the forbidden method of Shinto or the transformation phase of false gods? The sky is boundless, and the Qi method is unparalleled. If I want to transcend the destiny, I am the only one who can refine Qi.