Axe Warrior

"The Way can be understood, and surname can be named, but not ordinary.
Without a name, it's the beginning of heaven and earth. With a name, it's the mother of all things.
Well, there might be another 'name,' called the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, hehe..."
"I've achieved enlightenment! I've achieved enlightenment!
HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Watching his fellow Daoist whose skull has split open, the ribcage torn, growing wings of flesh, and flying into the sky,
Li Fan, with lingering fear, stops his sermon for the day.
"Sigh, I can't just blabber about the Daoist skill anymore, I've driven another one mad..."

The Taoist ancestor is Cthulhu

What kind of virtue and skill does Li Fan have to be matched with these kinds of people? They disagree at the drop of a hat and start setting off mushrooms, igniting the sun, flipping tables, massive extinctions—damn, can they still manage to play well? And are nukes really so cheap over there on the other side of the door? Is human life really so valueless? Even if it is, can we not clear the whole scene every time, just like that? Are we really such sore losers??


Now Li Fan (the Crow), fluttering his wings maddeningly in flight, can no longer use his Primordial Spirit senses to detect the Qiongqi. He doesn't know whether Fat Tiger got blown to smithereens in the nuclear blast or is being subjected to all kinds of shockwaves, radiation, Divine Sense disturbances, or ECMEMP environmental interferences. The fragile nerves of the Ghost Car Guardian are about to reach their limit.


Chapter 557 Between the Door and the Frame