Seventy-two Divine Lotus Zhen Mountain, the golden Hedao phoenix hovered above the nine heavens and wailed, and the huge palm tore through the sky. Purple-black eyes, three heads and six arms, and a dharma body. The arrogant and immortal Xuanyuan Che's soul fell, but after a thousand years, the true spirit was attached to a young man. All gods are immortal and immortal; A three-foot long sword, drinking blood and killing the sky. Split the three thousand immortal Buddhas and break through the eternal chaos. "I have come in blood and iniquity, and my long journey is full of bones." Rahu looked at the hell with a thousand feet of blood, and his eyes fell silent. "Life and death are in heaven, and my fate is not up to me." Rahu pointed at the sky, and did not hesitate to break the great thousand tribulations. Three inches of fire tongue, how can a seven-foot body be impressed, even if he dies, he will shine the cold of my spear on the battlefield! Countless cultivators have fallen on the road of pursuing immortality, but it does not prevent more people from standing up and moving on!