Grasping Evil

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The Chiyue Sword Sect, located in the lower-level cultivation country of the Rain Realm, the Chiguo, is the first swordsman in the Chiguo. [;Starting]

Ning Fan was standing at the foot of Chiyue Mountain, followed by a silly little paper crane, enjoying the scenery along the way, feeling very happy.

After Mu Haitang's appearance changed to Zhihe, her personality also changed a little bit, and in the end it was almost exactly the same as Zhihe.

Ning Fan doesn't care whether this dream is true or not, with him, Zhihe can't be hurt.

He occupies Zhou Chen's body, and his cultivation level is also at the level of Zhou Chen's 16-year-old.

The 3rd layer of opening the veins is really weak.

In the dream, Ning Fan did not inherit any cultivation realm or body refinement realm from the deity, but the power of artistic conception was still there.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, black snowflakes condensed in his palm.

Every snowflake is the power of artistic conception, and the artistic conception of his memories exists in the form of Qimei Fengxue.

With the power to recall the artistic conception, even though Ning Fan is only on the 3rd floor, but looking at the Chi Kingdom, which is a low-level cultivation country, he can run wild and invincible.

In the lower-level cultivation country, the strongest is Jindan, but Ning Fan, raising his hand, he can recall the ice and snow of the frozen god!

In addition, he also has the sword intent of trapping immortals, and he can also hurt the enemy.

"With me here, no one can hurt Zhihe. It's just that as far as I know, there is no Chi country among the eight hundred cultivation countries in the rain world. It seems that they were slaughtered by people ten thousand years ago..."

"The first form of Zhou Chen's sad sword is called ten years of life and death. In this way, ten years will flow through this dream..."

"If I want to break this sword and leave the fantasy, I must be free from any sadness within ten years. This fantasy is the greatest sadness. Naturally, the death of Mu Haitang has left Zhou Chen with countless pains. All I need is Guarding paper cranes for ten years has left them unscathed and without sorrow for ten years. This dream can be shattered!"

After a long time, Ning Fan collected his thoughts and led Mu Haitang up the mountain steps.

Chiyue Mountain is very high, with ten thousand feet, and it is a dangerous peak, full of tigers, leopards, insects and snakes. In the eyes of mortals, Chiyue Mountain is a peerless mountain that cannot be climbed.

Mu Haitang is just a mortal woman, weak and frail, and works hard for half a day. Just climbed to a height of a thousand meters. Is out of breath.

Ning Fan glanced back.

Seeing Mu Haitang Xiang was dripping with sweat, she squatted down and picked it up.

Mu Haitang's beautiful eyes were in a trance, and she crouched on Ning Fan's back. Suddenly, he showed the expression of waking up from a big dream.

"Fan, Brother Fan, I dreamed of you again!" Very good, the existence of this Mu Haitang was completely wiped out, and Illusion completely replaced Mu Haitang with a paper crane.

"Awake?" Ning Fan's tone became gentle, but his eyes became solemn.

Dreams are indeed very mysterious and incomprehensible. You think everything in the dream is true, but when you wake up, everything is empty, just a mirror.

But if it is said that dreams are all illusory, that's right. Zhihe could always meet Ning Fan in his dreams again and again.

Life and death in a dream, whether it is true or false, is really difficult to tell.

But Ning Fan became more and more convinced that even in a dream, he would protect Zhihe and prevent her from getting hurt in the dream.

"Brother Fan, I miss you so much..."

"I know, you take a break first, and I'll take you to a place."

Ning Fan has a thousand words in his heart, but he can only smile bitterly. He has been running around all his life, killing people like hemp. He also longs to return to the country of Yue long ago, but he has too many things to do and can't go back.

On the mountain road, only the words of Zhihe were left. Ning Fan listened carefully. Occasionally, a fierce beast came out of the mountain forest and stopped on the mountain road. Ning Fan often gave a fierce look to the birds and beasts. .

His suffocating power is still there.

Half a day later, when we arrived at the top of the mountain, it was already midnight, and the moon and stars were sparse.

The magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, with its dazzling lights, floats in the clouds on the top of the mountain, like a fairyland.

Between the clouds and mists, young men and women who use swords to communicate are all swordsmen. This Chiyue Sword Sect is worthy of being the number one sword sect in the Chi Kingdom.

Such a wonderful night scene, but Zhihe didn't want to watch it, and had already fallen asleep.

"Stop comers!"

Suddenly, six disciples guarding the mountain stopped in front of Ning Fan, blocking the way forward. Each of them had a cultivation base of 7-layer or above.

Glancing over Ning Fan, seeing that the latter was only at the 3rd level of piercing the veins, all of them showed disdain.

Glancing at Zhi He again, when they saw Zhi He's beautiful face, they were all stunned, and their eyes flashed with amazement.

What a beautiful woman!

"I am Yu Wei, the deacon of the mountain, who are you! Why did you bring a young girl into my Chiyue Sword Sect!"

Among the six guarding disciples, the one in the lead spoke out. He had an 8th-level cultivation base, and his aura spread slightly, and he moved towards Ning Fan with a sense of shock.

"I am, Zhou Chen!"

Ning Fan casually flicked his sleeves, and a cool breeze blew from his sleeves, shaking off the remaining power, and his expression remained calm.

However, the six guarding disciples were shocked by the power of Ning Fan's sleeves, and they all vomited blood and retreated, and their eyes were shocked!

Even in a dream, Ning Fan would not be intimidated by the pulse-breaking junior, and he was really displeased with the gazes of the six people peeping at Zhi He, so he punished him slightly.

hiss!

All the disciples guarding the mountain, including Yu Wei, took a deep breath.

The young boy with a sword in front of him is actually Zhou Chen! And this Zhou Chen, with only a mere 3rd-level cultivation base, can block the momentum of the 8th-level pulse-breaking, raising his hand and injuring the six deacon disciples, the method is really amazing!

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhou Chen, disrespectful, disrespectful... The head has already ordered to accept Senior Brother Zhou Chen as his apprentice, as the eldest disciple of the Chiyue Sword Sect. If the senior brother comes to the sect, he can go directly to Jianyan Pavilion and retreat to Wujian for ten years...Ten years. Years later, if my brother is in the top ten with the Hundred Sect Swords, he can leave the sect freely, and no one can interfere."

Yu Wei and the others looked at Ning Fan with a hint of fear, not only fearing Ning Fan's identity, but also fearing the terrifying power of Ning Fan raising his hand to hurt others.

No one dared to take another look at Zhi He, for fear of angering Ning Fan. No matter where you go, your strength always comes first.

"It's not an example."

Ning Fan left a warning and entered the mountain gate with Zhihe on his back.

The disciples who knew the guest all the way have been instructed by Yu Wei to respectfully lead the way for Ning Fan, turning left and right, and finally reached a pavilion with a strong spiritual energy, which is Jianyan Pavilion.

There are 12 servants in the pavilion, each of whom has a cultivation level of 5 or more, and can be regarded as elite disciples in the sect, but they were sent to serve Ning Fan.

And the so-called master master. From beginning to end, he did not show up, accepted Zhou Chen into the mountain gate, and did not have any sect assessment.

Zhou Chen has been a sword cultivator since his youth, and was favored by the head of Chiyue. As early as in the mountain village and passed the assessment, there is no need for any assessment after entering the sect.

"I've seen Senior Brother Zhou Chen! The head has already counted that Senior Brother will be here tonight, so Senior Brother should rest early, and tomorrow he will come to Jianyan Pavilion in person to pass on merit for Senior Brother!" The 12 servants were respectful on their faces, with deep eyes But there is disdain.

"understood."

"This woman is not allowed to enter the Jianyan Pavilion! The Jianyan Pavilion is the attic left by the founder of the sect. If there is no order from the head, no outsiders can enter!" Several servants looked at Zhihe with contempt and domineering obstruction. .

"She is my wife. I took her into the Sword Smoke Pavilion. There is nothing wrong with it. The one I cultivate is a sentient sword, and the master will understand. If you are blocking me, die!"

After Ning Fan finished speaking, an astonishing suffocating aura dissipated, shocking the servants and disciples to agree, and they dared not have any contempt or dissent.

They couldn't understand why a mere 3rd-level pulse-breaking junior would have such a shocking suffocating aura!

Zhou Chen's juvenile success is naturally infinite, but all these scenes will turn into deep sorrow after ten years.

The paper crane slept peacefully. Ning Fan sat on the bed, guarding his side, and meditated cross-legged.

His eyes swept across this sword smoke pavilion from time to time, and faintly felt a trace of broken sword intent from this sword smoke pavilion.

That sword intent was left in the pavilion by the founder of the Chiyue Sword Sect, and it was not condensed successfully. It could only be regarded as a semi-finished sword intent.

It was rumored that the ancestor of Chiyue was only Yuan Ying's cultivation base, and it was rare to be able to touch the edge of sword intent. It was not surprising that he did not fully condense the sword intent.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and realized that the sword intent was broken.

He lifted his finger lightly, and a misty sword light slowly rose from his fingertips.

Overnight, Ning Fan was comprehending this sword intent and gradually gained something.

This ethereal sword intent is quite similar to Zhou Chen's sword intent.

Most of Zhou Chen's sword intent in the future was realized from this sword smoke.

Still need to wait ten years in the fantasy, ten years without sorrow, it is a good choice to cultivate this sword intent.

Outside the door, a sinister sneer suddenly floated, interrupting Ning Fan Wujian.

"Zhou Chen, you should be careful, you left the village to apprentice, and even brought Mu Haitang with you. Although the old man failed to kill her in the mountain village, killing her tonight is the same, it will definitely break your love and ruin your future! "

A swordsman with a black cloth covering his face suddenly sneaked into the Jianyan Pavilion, his fingers melted with the sword light, and he slashed towards the sleeping Zhihe.

Ning Fan's eyes sank, and there was a guess in his heart that most of the Taoist who was hiding his head and showing his tail was the culprit who killed Zhou Chen's beloved, causing Zhou Chen to mourn for the rest of his life.

He could kill Zhou Chen's wife, but he could never hurt Ning Fan's wife.

"court death!"

Ning Fan reached out and grabbed the void, an unimaginable sword intent turned into strands of sword threads, swept away the swordsmen, and instantly killed them into blood mist.

The Taoist's eyes widened in anger, with unbelievable horror.

He couldn't understand until he died, why a junior who was on the third floor of the pulse repair could raise his hand and kill him with a dignified spirit!

He wanted to beg for mercy, but in Ning Fan's hands, he couldn't even beg for mercy, only death!

Don't rest your eyes!

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, and a cool breeze blew from his sleeves, dissipating the blood mist after the Taoist's death, leaving no trace.

With his cultivation, if he wants to kill a Rongling, who knows.

That night, the life card of the deputy head of the Chiyue Sword Sect was shattered, and he died inexplicably. There was a great chaos, and no one suspected that Ning Fan did it.

If Ning Fan kills this person, Mu Haitang will not die. In this way, Ning Fan will not have ten years of sorrow. Zhou Chen's sword of sorrow will not hurt Ning Fan!

The next day, the head of Chiyue came to Jianyan Pavilion, left Ning Fan a lot of medicinal herbs and exercises, and then left in a hurry, as if to investigate the death of the deputy head.

That was Zhou Chen's mentor, and he was very good to Zhou Chen. His death, for Zhou Chen, was another grief.

Within ten years, Ning Fan stayed at home, always staying in Jianyan Pavilion, guarding Zhihe.

Pills are responsive, and some sword cultivation techniques are also well-prepared.

Ning Fan has never systematically practiced swordsmanship. In Zhou Chen's dream, he started with a pulse-breaking swordsman and practiced hard for ten years.

His breath was already in the late stage of Rongling, but what he was promoting to the outside world was only the 10th layer of piercing the pulse.

Within ten years, Zhi He slept more and woke less, occasionally woke up, and was groggy, but with Ning Fan guarding her, she was never in any danger.

In the tenth year, Zhihe's figure slowly disappeared in the dream.

And a trace originally belonged to Zhou Chen's memory. In the past ten years, it was won by Ning Fan.

Ning Fan protected Zhi He for ten years, until Zhi He left Canmeng, no one could harm her. Ning Fan has no regrets. Since there is no sorrow, it will not be hurt by the sword of sorrow.

In the tenth year, Zhou Chen's most tragic sword can be defeated, and Zhou Chen can be defeated.

According to Zhou Chen's memory, he should have been apprenticed to Chiyue and Wujian for ten years. After ten years, he was the first in the sword competition, and only then did he get the amount of money from the sect and return to the mountain village.

However, when Zhou Chen returned to the village, he found that his beloved had been dead for ten years. until that moment. All glory turned to dust. All love is broken. He chopped off the only remaining begonia in the village, cut it into a wooden sword, and cultivated it for a hundred years. Just for revenge!

Ning Fan did not participate in the sword competition, but turned into a sword light, left Chiyue, and returned to the mountain village.

The illusions all over the body appeared to collapse, which was a sign that the swordsmanship was broken.

boom!

A dream that lasted for ten years collapsed when Ning Fan stepped into the mountain village.

The mountain village is as peaceful and happy as it was ten years ago, and has not been slaughtered by anyone. There is no sorrow.

Under the protection of Ning Fan, Mu Haitang did not die, nor did she feel sad.

Without sorrow, the sword of sorrow is not the sword of sorrow. The first style, ten years of life and death, break it!

The ten years in the dream are just a blink of an eye in the outside world.

In the past ten years, Ning Fan has laid the foundation for sword cultivation, but he has made up for some shortcomings in swordsmanship.

After receiving Zhou Chen's sword, he benefited a lot.

After breaking the dream, the real Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed, shattering all the sword intentions of Zhou Chen.

"Your first-style sword intent is invalid for me!"

"What!" Outside the Lei Chen Pavilion, the three peeping eyes saw that Ning Fan opened his eyes and broke the sword intent illusion.

Even if it is an old monster who asks Xu or even rushes to Xu, if he is bewitched by Zhou Chen's sword, he will sink into a fantasy and cannot extricate himself.

But Ning Fan, in the first style, broke the sword intent and woke up!

Zhou Chen's eyes showed a hint of respect. He had fought with swords all his life and was able to wake up in the first style of sword intent. He had only met three people, Yun Tianjue, Sword World Sword Emperor, Sitian Sanxian, and Ning Fan was the fourth one. people!

He really read it right, Ning Fan is a swordsman prodigy, and even in terms of kendo talent, he is even higher than his Zhou Chen!

"The old man's sword is divided into four styles. Although you woke up in the first style, the four-style sword intent has not been completely defeated! The first sorrow, ten years of life and death!"

At this moment, Zhou Chen, fighting with Ning Fan, no longer seeks to win or lose, but only to learn from each other.

Ning Fan nodded, indicating that Zhou Chen could use his full strength to fight against Zhou Chen, and his swordsmanship could also be verified with each other, greatly improving.

Zhou Chen's sword turned, and a deep sadness drowned Ning Fan.

"The old man joined the Chiyue Sword Sect at the age of 16 and said goodbye to Haitang, but he didn't know that after that day, it would be forever. Ten years later, heaven and man will be separated forever... ten years! The old man is looking forward to reuniting with her, looking forward to staying with her, and looking forward to ten years! What is waiting is my life... she died! The first style of this sad sword , contains the old man's lifelong remorse, irreparable, unspeakable, unforgettable, and unable to turn back! The sadness of this sword can be killed and seen!"

laugh!

Sadness like a tide swept through Leichen Pavilion. When the three Jingxu saw this sword, they were all deeply afraid.

Ning Fan stood in the center of Sword Intent, standing still, he would only be locked up by Sword Intent once, and there would not be a second time.

There was a wave of colic in my heart, and that writhing was the regret of being unable to protect my beloved.

Ning Fan sighed, if the woman he loved died, and he didn't know it until ten years later, there would definitely be this kind of pain relief and deep remorse. Therefore, he must not take a wrong step in his life, and must not leave any regrets.

Therefore, he would rather suffer the world's notoriety and have no regrets in this life!

"collapse!"

His heart is firm, and he is not shaken by grief.

He recalled the comprehension of the sword smoke and sword intent in the ten-year dream, and acted like Zhou Chen, grabbing the wooden chair aside, the sawdust shattered and condensed into a wooden sword.

Weak sword, strong intention!

A sad sword intent, like Zhou Chen's retreat, condensed on the wooden sword!

"This sword's ten years of life and death sorrow, I will also!" Ning Fan's tone was flat, as if to tell an inadvertent thing, but it shocked Zhou Chen's eyes.

His strongest sword intent was stolen by Ning Fan!

The three peeps became more and more unbelievable. It was unbelievable that Ning Fan could break Zhou Chen's first-style sword intent. How is it possible to learn Zhou Chen's sword intent!

"What level of kendo genius is this son, who can stealthily learn the Sword Intent of the Three Elders face to face!"

The three exclaimed, they didn't know it. Ning Fan is not a person who stealthily learns the sword intent, but after ten years of comprehension of the sword, from that dream, he followed Zhou Chen's sword cultivation trajectory and comprehends the sword smoke and sword intent.

Then, like Zhou Chen, he melted his sorrow into the sword smoke, and cultivated the first-style sorrow sword.

Hong Yi's cold eyes moved slightly, and Ning Fan once again exceeded her expectations.

Zhou Chen's sword was slashed horizontally, and he couldn't defeat Ning Fan with the first sword, so he needed to use the second sword.

"The old man joined the Chiyue Sword Sect. After ten years of cultivation, he reached the 10th floor. He learned that his beloved died. He knew that the enemy was the old monster of Rongling, who betrayed Chiyue and cultivated hard for a hundred years. After a hundred years, he formed a golden pill and slaughtered Chiyue with blood I have endured the pain of longing, sitting alone in the cave for a hundred years, like sitting in dry meditation, mourning every day. After ten years of life and death, I can cut through the spectacle, and a hundred years of loneliness can cut through the question!"

Ning Fan raised his head suddenly, his black hair dancing wildly. The wooden sword also imitated Zhou Chen's sword, and on the basis of ten years of life and death, it continued for a hundred years of loneliness.

Ning Fan also has loneliness, his loneliness is not the loneliness of being alone in a sad village, but the loneliness faced by the sea of ​​​​true blood.

His loneliness was different from Zhou Chen's, but he could understand Zhou Chen's grief.

Standing in the sword intent, Ning Fan was unscathed, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"The third style, thousands of autumns are intertwined! The fourth style, wandering for ten thousand years! The old man killed Chiyue, obtained a trace of the soul of the begonia from the hand of the wicked Taoist, and cut the begonia tree at the head of the village into a wooden sword, and took a trace of her soul. Enclosed in the sword, I will be with you every day. She has become my sword! After thousands of years of wandering, she is the only one who will accompany me in life and death, even if I am sad!

"The old man can't break through the emptiness, just because the mood can't be further improved, it's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't want... The old man's sorrow, even the old man himself will sink into it, just give up all the sorrow, forget all the past with her, the old man can Jin into Chongxu, but I don't want to!"

"If the price of breaking through the cultivation base is to forget her, I would rather give up the cultivation base!"

Zhou Chen's eyes showed sadness, his talent was excellent, if he hadn't been able to give up and forget about Mu Haitang, he would definitely be a master of shattering the virtual at this moment.

But he can't bear... He can't let go...

A heavy wave of sadness drowned Ning Fan again without giving Ning Fan any breath.

Zhou Chen's grief has been driven to the extreme. In his grief, there are his memories and his way.

More and more sadness entered Ning Fan's heart, but Ning Fan's heart became stronger and stronger.

From the beginning, he never grieved for Zhou Chen, and now he will not either.

He used the mood of memory to spy on Zhou Chen's memories, and he knew every trace of Zhou Chen's sorrow clearly.

Ten years of life and death, people and ghosts are boundless, a hundred years of loneliness, the old grave is desolate. Thousands of autumns staggered, tearing the liver and intestines. Wandering for thousands of years, mad at love.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, as if he was like Zhou Chen. After losing his love, he had gone through thousands of years. He followed Zhou Chen's memory traces, but he clearly understood his sword intent.

Ning Fan realized the four types of sad swords. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, as if the sadness of Zhou Chen was infected.

He opened his eyes, and the mood of memory added to his body, and gradually there was no sadness or joy. All the sadness that pierced into his heart was swallowed by the mood of memory one by one.

Ning Fan spread out his palm, and the traces of black snowflakes were slowly condensing into a small black sword, shimmering with a strange avenue of luster.

This small black sword was formed by the power of memory swallowing Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword intent.

His memory of the mood, from Dacheng, breakthrough to the perfect state!

Ning Fan swallowed Zhou Chen's sword intent, but condensed the sword of his own artistic conception.

"Ten years of life and death, a hundred years of loneliness, thousands of years of loneliness, thousands of years of wandering, all sad memories are not inextricable! From your memories, I realized a sword, this is... the sword of cutting memory! Perhaps, it can help You break through the realm of rushing into the void. If you can't give up her memory, sweep away the sadness in your heart, and only remember the past with her joyfully, and you can also rush into the void. Cut!"

Ning Fan raised his hand, and the small black sword flew up, splitting all the sadness with one sword.

Zhou Chen only felt the pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and all the sad memories, if they were hit by this strange little sword, all disappeared one by one.

Boom!

He fell to his knees heavily, his eyes shocked.

What was shocking was that Ning Fan, with the help of the four forms of his sad sword, condensed a sword, and this sword can cut people's memories!

All Zhou Chen's grief power comes from the painful memories of the past. If the memory is cut off, the sorrow will no longer exist.

"You, lost!"

Ning Fan glanced at Zhou Chen lightly, raised his hand to withdraw the black sword, and swallowed it into his belly.

Taking Zhou Chen's sword today, with the help of Zhou Chen's ten thousand years of grief, makes the memory artistic conception complete, and condenses the Sword of Remembrance, which is definitely a rare harvest!

With this sword in hand, Ning Fan looked closely and found that this sword has two major abilities.

One can erase the memory of others, and the other can destroy the mood of others.

If there are people like Zhou Chen who confront Ning Fan with artistic conception, Ning Fan can defeat him with a single sword!

"That little black sword, what kind of sword is it, it can break through all the sword intentions of the three elders with one sword!"

"I can't see it through, I can't see it through! This sword is too mysterious, and it is beyond the understanding of this old man!"

"The old man seems to have seen rumors similar to this sword from an ancient book... This sword seems to be... It seems to be... What is it..."

The three peeps were shocked by the power of the small black sword and chatted endlessly.

Only in red clothes, the blood pupil flashed a shocking color, and the soft palm clenched tightly,

"This is the Taoist soldier of the artistic conception. According to ancient books, only the monk who masters the second step of the artistic conception can condense the power of the artistic conception and become the soldier of the road when the artistic conception is complete, with great supernatural powers."

"What, what! This black sword is a Taoist soldier! That is to say, the artistic conception that Zhou Ming comprehends is the second-step emptiness conception, and even more, when he transforms into a god, he cultivates the artistic conception to the perfect state!"

"Second-step artistic conception! No matter what the second-step artistic conception this child comprehends, few people in the Nine Realms comprehend the second-step artistic conception. Most of them are real fairies!"

"The artistic conception is complete! Generally speaking, only the old monster of Taixu can cultivate to the perfection of the artistic conception and fully understand the empty words. This child has not yet refined the imaginary conception, and the artistic conception has been completed, and the future is limitless!"

The three peeping eyes showed deep shock.

Zhou Chen was half-kneeling on the ground, the sadness in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a hint of decadence.

"Little friend not only took the old man's sword, but also took a backhand sword to destroy all the mood of the old man. In terms of the strength of the mood, the old man lost to the little friend... Later, the old man will fetch 40 100,000-year-old elixir and give them to him. Little friend. Please wait a moment, the old man will give up his arms and apologize to the young lady."

"No need, hurry up and get the medicine!" Hongyi's words were cold, his eyes were displeased and impatient.

She never said that if Zhou Chen wanted to cut his arm, Zhou Chen was talking about himself.

"Uh..." Zhou Chen's old eyes were startled, and he was greatly confused.

In the red clothes of the year, if someone violated his order, he would be killed, and it would be light to cut off an arm.

Today's red clothes are actually sympathetic to their subordinates, which is really surprising.

"The master's character... has changed a bit!" Zhou Chen's eyes showed concern, hoping that the change in Hongyi's character would be for the better.

Glancing at Ning Fan again, Zhou Chen sighed deeply.

Ning Fan swallowed his sadness and formed a black swordsman, which really shocked Zhou Chen.

"This son has the value of being recruited by the master, and has the qualification to obtain the elixir of 100,000 years! In the future, it will definitely be a powerful aid for the master's revenge!"

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