Lingji Cave Mansion, at the Thunder Cliff.

Tao Qian frowned slightly, looking at the Taoist Ancestral Spirit in front of him.

Although he is a spirit of luck, he has always been close to the human race, and his incarnation is also a half-old farmer and half-scholar.

But now that his body fell into Tao Qian's eyes, it was like a mass of "flesh and blood dough", with a pair of invisible hands kneading, flickering and changing, it was difficult to be normal.

Looking closer, it's even more terrifying.

It goes without saying that Ancestral Spirit's human disposition is

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