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[No system] [Has a heroine] [Slow heat] [Traditional] [Logic online] [Not conspiracy theory] [Private changes]
Traveling to the prehistoric world, the good news is that he was an innate being, and he is famous in the legends of later generations; the bad news is that the treasure that left behind his fame is the golden dragon scissors refined from his corpse, not the living him, the yin and yang dragon born from the innate yin and yang.
The convergence of yin and yang is called yuan, and the change of yin and yang is called Yi. As an innate being born and raised by the earth, Yuan Yi should have deep blessings and blessings, but his origin is contaminated with evil spirits. The auspicious purple energy all over his body is too thick, so thick that it turns black. Yuan Yi believes that judging people by appearance is superficial. Although his purple energy is dark, his heart is towards the holy way!
At this time, the overall situation of the prehistoric world has been decided. The most important thing at the moment is to survive the catastrophe of death and avoid the fate of being killed by the future saint Tongtian Cult Leader and refining the treasure and giving it to Sanxiao to take away the fate of the new saint.
How to protect yourself is a problem. There is no hope on your own, so you can only rely on your strength.
But who can protect him in the hands of the future saint Tongtian?
Which thigh can he hold?Yuan Yi finally came to the conclusion that the person who tied the bell must be tied to untie the bell. The only person who could prevent Tongtian from killing him and using his body to refine treasures was himself.
"I just want to find a chance for myself to survive in the turbulent trend of this ancient world."
Gradually, Yuan Yi discovered that this ancient world was different from what he knew.
And some things are already destined, and you can’t tell the truth from the truth when you are in it.
"You ask for a chance of survival, and you are also that chance of survival."
The inconspicuous butterfly gently flickers its weak wings, and the ripples ripple on the long river of time, converging into waves...