Don't Worry, I'll Shake It Up

"Trash, it's your honor to become the Holy Son's medicine residue!" When the butcher's knife fell, Jian Chen smiled at the sky: "Don't worry, I'll shake my head." The next second, the shadow of the ancient demon god squeezed through the secret realm, and the heart of the elder of the Immortal Sect was broken. After that, the style of painting completely deviated: You fight for the treasures of heaven and earth, while I fish away the source of your spiritual veins. You practice the supreme immortal method, I will directly follow the rules of the avenue. The Immortal Realm issued a decree and scolded me for destroying the balance. Jian Chen threw out the fishing rod again, faced the gods and gods in the sky, and asked politely: "Which of my 'friends' do you want to meet this time?"