White Armor Sand

Seven hundred years of reincarnation, every time I open my eyes it is a bloody night in the fishing village The young man Chen Changan suffered death and death seven hundred times under the claws of the Kraken. The image of his parents being pierced by tentacles was burned into his soul, and the eyes of the red-eyed white turtle that saved him contained the secret of the dragon clan crying blood. When the nine hundred and ninety-nine dragon scales pierced his heart, he finally saw clearly: the so-called divine beast was just the remnant soul of the dragon whose veins had been dug out; the so-called fate was actually the god-killing bet between his ancestors and the demon. Under the deep sea, the truth about cannibalism hangs upside down The polluted Dragon Palace hides the mirror abyss of time and space, and the bones of scale guardians of past generations build a wall of sin. The Master of the Medical Immortal Valley used a golden needle to tamper with his memory, and the dragon girl's essence in Su Jiuli's Dantian burned day and night - this girl who always died for him in reincarnation was the god-killing weapon that took the form of the Creation Dragon Tears. When red scales cover the body, sand flows back Chen Chang'an held the bronze harpoon stained with the dragon girl's blood and pierced the heart of the first scale guardian who had rotted for three hundred years. The Twelve Immortal Gates collapsed at the end of the sea of ​​stars, and the puppet curse entangled with causal threads seeped into the bone marrow. He chose to burn out the last inverse scale and cut out a shocking arc of light at the singularity of the black hole: "Reincarnation is not a curse, it is a last mercy for all living beings."