In the early morning, the light of the dawn is like a falling feather flower, the fog over a certain place in the Qinling Mountains has dissipated, no longer lingering, the wisps of early sunlight are sprinkled, and the whole dense forest is quiet, quiet and ethereal.

Bai Mengpan sat under the immortal tree in the pure land of the world, picked up a book of five-colored scriptures, and studied it carefully.

The smoke flows, red as blood, and the falling moon leaves are more magnificent and peerless under the illumination of the morning light, a piece of crystalline, very miraculous.

Elder Whitebeard looked at Zhengwu

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