How can a person get rid of the six senses and six desires, and peel off the flesh, blood, and bones, in order to gain a glimpse of the supreme oblivion?
How can a sword cut through the thorns and pierce through the dusty barriers to cut off the sinful desires?
A hundred years for ordinary people is but a blink of an eye. Even the sharpest divine weapons are bound to be broken in the sand. When the glory is over, fame and fortune fade away, how much regret is left? All of them are ignored.
"I finally see you again..."
Helian Yu was like a long-dormant, hungry and vicious poisonous snake, staring at the person in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot, but his pupils were extremely dark, like two abysses hidden in his eyes, hiding too many things that could not be seen in the light. As soon as he smiled, an ominous gloom flowed out, as if he wanted to drag Duan Qing to the eighteenth level of hell, where a mountain of swords and a sea of fire would not be an exaggeration.
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