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I can return to the age of mysterious

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary. [Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp. "Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again! "Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!" The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins. I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

Gray tombstone · 玄幻
分數不夠
1147 Chs

415 Evil Mother (4000)_1

The youth shouted as if he was having a mental breakdown, his back pressing against the cold wall. He took a step forward, running towards the passageway outside of the hall.

At this moment, several battle personnel guarding the passageway heard the commotion and hurried over. They met the youth head-on. The youth, his face full of panic, stumbled and almost fell to the ground. But he quickly straightened up, leaning one hand against the wall and racing towards the outside of the passageway.

"What's going on?"

The several battle personnel looked at each other. They decided to check the conversion pool first. Only a few dozen steps forward, the battle personnel entered the hall, only to see the research staff in their characteristic uniform leaving the conversion pool. There were about a dozen, clumsily moving towards them. Their faces were expressionless, their gaze dull, like puppets. The movement of their limbs was uncoordinated, as if they were just adapting to their bodies.