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Xiantian
Author: cold at the end of winter
Wedge (1)
Update time 2010-10-1315: 25: 21word count: 3 1 1.
He wiped the sweat from the corner of his eyes and stared carefully at the demon Lan Huo not far ahead. A shiny pendant with tears rolled in the fire.
The glory of the pendant became more and more prosperous in the demon Lan Huo, which brought out a weak and pale smile on his face.
It's a little short, and it's over. He will return to that glorious position, right?
He was originally the eighth generation disciple of the Sword Fairy of Shushan, and he was also the most likely person to enter the divine world in the past hundred years. Unfortunately, that time ...
At the entrance of the immortal, there are magic weapons that can emit or destroy light everywhere.
He opened his eyes wide in the light, and his master, Qingfengzi, was struggling to resist the joint attack of eight demons. Just as he was flying with Master to help him resist, a black mountain flew like lightning to Master surrounded by magic weapons.
Seeing a nail looming in the black awn, emitting a dark blue and vicious light, all magic weapons must be nailed to the nail and released. When the unsuspecting master was on him, he threw himself into the past and let the darkness invade him.
At the moment when the darkness struck, he seemed to see a vague figure in the master's team, stamping his feet fiercely. ...
He gave a wry smile. On that occasion, the immortal bone was interrupted by the spirit needle, and the immortal root was polluted. His beloved son immediately became a taboo topic in the Sect. And he, because of his master's arrangement, has been wandering around the world for more than one hundred years.
He knew that his master wanted to take care of his emotions. In order not to make him feel sad, he racked his brains to find him such a' fat job'.
Fat difference? Just for those immortals who don't strive for progress. For him, he used to be a favored son of heaven, but now he is a famous loser. This is just a waste of time.
But the development of the lower bound ...
exceed