"Song Inkstone Thieves Die!"

There was a light drink in the ancestral fairy's mouth, a long gun in his hand, and the road of ancestral fairy rose behind him, but it was a phoenix in vain.

Everyone's Zuxian Avenue is different. There are mountains and rivers, plants and trees, weapons and other people think of all kinds of gods and animals as their own ancestral Avenue.

But animals and gods are not so cohesive.

Therefore, even if the person in front of us had the fourteen-fold practice of ancestral immortals, his ancestral immortal Avenue could not condense into a solid body, just an empty shadow of a phoenix.

Even so,...