Gu Letian had transmigrated. After waking up, he sadly discovered that he had become the cannon fodder of his sect. It wasn't easy for him to accept the truth, start a new life, and be beaten to death by a divine beast ... A mysterious book allowed him to use the blood essence of a divine beast to revive. From then on, his physique was tyrannical to the point of being a complete mess. More importantly, he could actually absorb damage and increase his cultivation! So fighting became his special hobby. They had to fight, even if there was no fight, they had to fight even if they had to create conditions! That's right, he's beating this group of geniuses that boasts of their extraordinary talents!

He was not a stallion, and he was not a hero. He knew that if he was hungry, he would eat, and if he was thirsty, he would drink. In order to pursue a better life, he had no choice but to work hard to earn money and improve himself. Desire allowed him to improve continuously, but he wanted to subdue his desire until his goal became simple and straightforward: "To achieve this goal, one must kill God, one must kill Buddha."

In the Province of the Nine Skies, far above the heavens, there exists Nine Galaxies of Astral Rivers made up of countless constellations interwoven together. For Martial Cultivators, they could form an innate link with one of the constellations, awaken their Astral Soul, and transform into a Stellar Martial Cultivator. Legend has it that, the strongest cultivators in the Province of the Nine Skies, were beings that could open an astral gate every time they advanced into a new realm. Their talent in cultivation was such that they could even establish innate links with constellations that existed in a layer higher than the Nine Layers of Heavens, eventually transforming into the heaven-defying and earth-shattering power known as the War God of the Nine Heavens. Qin Wentian is the MC of this story. How could a guy, with a broken set of meridians, successfully cultivate? There were countless Stellar Martial Cultivators, as there were countless constellations in the vast starry skies. What he wanted to be, was the brightest constellation of all, shining dazzlingly in the vast starry skies.

A broken pagoda actually contained a world within it. Heaven's Mandate, what was Heaven's Mandate? Was it fate, or fate? Could it be that abandonment of one's Dantian was the so-called destiny? If this were fate, then I would definitely defy the will of the Heavens. If the great Dao did not exist, then I would definitely cause it to awaken, step upon the Heavens, defy the Heavens, and open up ten thousand lives .... 

In the Genuine Force, disaster followed after calamity. Within the vast universe, there were tens of thousands of races. And that endless star field was the direction in which countless living creatures struggled for their entire lives. And to see how the youth would join hands with the Qilin King to leave the barren Lost Continent. The Genuine Force, the War Demon, the Star Domain, and the Foreign World!

He was a talented youth, but he had been schemed to lose all of his strength. In the God of Heaven Continent, where strength reigned supreme, just how could he ever step foot onto the peak again? How could he kill his enemy? Was he just drinking his hatred or rising up to fight? I used my blood to purify the righteous energy of the world; I used my anger and rage to burn away the evil winds of the Buddha! QQ Bookmates: 327629138 

[Demonic Concealment Spell, Unlimited Way] Rising and declining in troubled times is the destiny of the line of the west of Hunan. In the corner of the west of Hunan, the clan of Yuehan wishes for generations to be able to chase the corpses for a career. The legend of zombies in the world of guardians lasts for thousands of years. Fang Wei, a descendant of the Fang family, followed his grandfather out to drive away the corpses and fell into a thick layer of fog. Xiang Xi, a thousand years old, had been known among the common folk to drive away corpses and corpses, a cruel and indescribable ground filled with corpses and corpses, an old man of a hundred years old, a ghost girl holding a lantern made from human skin, a man who endured death by altering a tombstone by herself, had pulled open a bizarre world of ghosts that could not be seen under the sunlight. The snow was falling heavily, and the only thing that could be seen was Chenzhou Sand. Without asking about the afterlife, the gods of the common people, The evil spirits, the evil spirits, the ten sins, respect my heart Liu-Li tower. With one slash, Phoenix's head was severed. One step further, Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows. Listening to the wind, listening to the rain, listening to the afterlife, Listen to nursery rhymes. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = In the west wing, the sun shined brightly. There was a girl lover in the west wing, Mom and Dad do not care about the heart injury The child was hungry, not full, not warm ... Skin to make clothes, meat to make soup ...