The Holy Spirit flew out of the herringbone scroll and returned to Wang Ping's eyebrows. His eyes opened slowly, with a sense of the vicissitudes of time in his eyes.

"Three thousand years into the mortal world, the third Confucian ancestor, is it you?"

Wang Ping sighed lightly, looking at the word "human" that had become dim from bright, and the Taoist rhyme around him began to increase

"The Legend of the Ruins of the Ancient God Emperor" Chapter 130 The fire is exhausted, humanity is eternal is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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