Magic Grass

Carrying strange blood to nourish all souls, he went into danger for righteousness and became a field of blood. Blood energy is depleted, the realm is rioting, realm species are lost, and all beasts are boiling. Thousands of years of planning, thousands of years of grudges, interracial sadomasochism, magic and Taoism. The core field of nine orifices breeds wonderful immortals, and the king's power and wealth are fleeting. Traveling through the sky is indescribably wonderful, blood is spilled in the sky, and all vegetation is covered with soldiers. Want to kill me? Ask them? Do you agree or not? Defeat them. It's finally my turn to take action. Don't run away!