With Tens of Billions of Merits, You Call This an Evil God?

Name: With Tens of Billions of Merits, You Call This an Evil God?
Author: Mo Yuan Jinyu

by Mo Yuan Jinyu

ongoing Xianxia Modern Cultivation Male Lead

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40Kwords17chapters

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He shouldered the merits of saving the world, but was nailed to the pillar of shame of the evil god by the usurpers of history. When whispers seeped out from the cracks in the starry sky, the man was heating strawberry milk with his golden body of merit-- One hundred thousand years ago, Su Mo fought bloody battles for thousands of years as the Supreme Emperor of Heaven, sealing the world-destroying weirdness into the rift of time and space. With tens of billions of merits added to his body, he is a god that all living beings bow to. One hundred thousand years later, the world of immortality has become a casino for time travellers. They peddled "system quick plug-ins"**, stigmatized the bloody battle epic as "a history of inefficiency and brutality", erased Su Mo's name from textbooks, and wrote "Old antiques should go to museums" in the live broadcast room. When the time-travelling genius covered in golden light is dragged by tentacles into sweet stardust When the leader of the Immortal Alliance uninstalls the last layer of the weird beauty filter Only then did they remember the savior who was 404-- Su Mo, on the other hand, was working the night shift at a convenience store. The Skynet system marked him as a "High-Danger Evil God", and his meritorious body was reduced to an oden heater. Until the Holy Cult drone crashed into the glass, and the bone knife killer came with blood: \u003E "Target 'Evil God Su Mo', karma pollution index SSS level, purification process started!" Su Mo pinched the empty milk carton. The tens of billions of meritorious golden wheels behind him tore through the night, reflecting the killer's cracked bone knife and dilated pupils: "Ten billions of merits... You call this an evil god?!" He stepped over the scorch marks of the melted mecha and reached out to the little girl huddled behind the shelf: "Change somewhere? There aren't enough potato chips for them." -- This time, he wants to change the era of history, Remember the pain of a hundred thousand years.