I, Emperor Xin, Will Never Become a God

This book is the best-looking novel about gods that I have ever read (probably because I haven't read much of the book about gods), but it's really okay without bragging. Anyway, I didn't find any obvious poisonous points after reading it, so it's an acceptable book to read. As long as the author doesn't make mistakes, I feel like he can become popular

Di Xin in the original book has never used the Godhead for twenty years and has always made a living by doing business. Now, Di Xin has traveled through time and has changed since he was a child. He has always been worried about the Godhead.

I have been cultivating Taoism for more than thirty years and have gone through countless hardships to form the golden elixir. Why are you so cruel, using my golden elixir to destroy my Dantian. The little nurse on the side said disdainfully, isn't it just a gallstone? To put it bluntly, there was a girl in the obstetrics and gynecology department on the second floor. She was so talented that she became a Nascent Soul at the age of sixteen. Why didn't she just get rid of her for us anyway? And that's not even a big deal. There are several people in the out-of-body stage in our hospital's morgue, and there are several people in the Nirvana stage in the crematorium. The person in the emergency room who was struck by lightning was still in the stage of surviving the catastrophe. Those schizophrenics in the mental hospital next door are still in the distracted state.

Ma Baoguo is the only person who can stand up and drink with martial virtue. He is not tall; his face is black and blue, and there are often scars between the wrinkles; he always looks like he has a bruised nose and a swollen face. When he talks to people, he always talks about the Lightning Whip and Hunyuan Kung Fu, making them half-understand. As soon as Ma Baoguo arrived at the shop, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Ma Baoguo, you have a new scar on your face!" He didn't answer, but said to the cabinet, "Warm two bowls of rat tail juice," and then poured out nine coins. They shouted loudly and deliberately, "You must have lost the competition again!" Ma Baoguo opened his eyes wide and said, "Why do you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air..." "What innocence? The day before yesterday I saw you being hung up and beaten by two teenagers in the gym." Ma Baoguo blushed, with veins on his forehead popping out, and argued, "Being attacked by surprise cannot be considered a defeat... Sneak attack Attack! ... Can a person in the martial arts be considered a loser?" The words came one after another, such as "not practicing martial ethics" and "peace is the most important thing", which made everyone burst into laughter: the atmosphere inside and outside the store was filled with joy. I heard people talking behind their backs that Ma Baoguo had also learned martial arts, but in the end he was just a showman and could not make a living. So he became poorer and poorer, until he was almost begging for food. Fortunately, he was good at pretending, so he pretended to be the "Tai Chi Master" as the leader and accepted apprentices in exchange for a bowl of rice. Unfortunately, he was very good at it. He said he knew the "connection, transformation and release" skills, so he went to challenge Wang Qingmin, a fighting enthusiast. As a result, within a few seconds, he was knocked out with one punch. This happened several times, and no one called him master anymore... After Ma Baoguo drank half a bowl of rat tail juice, his red face gradually recovered, and someone else asked again, "Ma Baoguo, do you really know how to Kung Fu?" Ma Baoguo looked at the person who asked him, showing an air of disdain to argue. They then asked, "How come you can't even beat two children?" Ma Baoguo immediately looked depressed and uneasy, with a layer of gray on his face, and said something: "According to the traditional kung fu points, he has already lost. He admitted it without hitting him on the nose. If I had used this punch, I would have broken his nose with one punch!" At this time, everyone burst into laughter: the atmosphere inside and outside the store was filled with joy. At these times, I could laugh along, and the shopkeeper would never blame me. Moreover, when the shopkeeper met Ma Baoguo, he would always ask him this question, which made people laugh. Ma Baoguo knew that he could not talk about kung fu with them, so he had no choice but to talk to his children. One time he said to me, "Do you know Hunyuan Kung Fu?" I shook my head slightly. He said, "Hey... Use your two hands to break one of my fingers." After hearing this, I stepped forward and broke his finger with one hand. Ma Baoguo howled for a long time and cursed angrily, "You kid doesn't have martial ethics, so reflect on it! Don't be so clever, you little clever one!" I became more and more impatient, and walked away with my mouth open. Seeing that I had no regrets, Ma Baoguo sighed again, showing great regret. "Is it okay to sneak attack on my 69-year-old comrade? This is not good..."

Pig horns are just superfluous, being a god is related to the origin and perfection of heaven and earth! Not even a saint can change the general trend of heaven! The little emperor on earth still wants to rebel against heaven!

Big changes have occurred, Queen Jiang is gone. The son is gone too, and Grand Master Wen has been released a long time ago. Huang Feiyan is also written as a modern young love brain! ! !

If you want to change your destiny against the will of heaven, you have to start from scratch. The first step is to be complacent and comply with the destiny. Even if you use the trick, there is nothing new. It is just copying the gods, so you can be a eunuch.

Water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water.

Ratings do not count. I really don't understand why people nowadays hate being a god? Before becoming a god, there were countless monsters in the world, and all kinds of gods and powers were flying around the world. After being conferred as gods, the monsters with names and surnames were either beaten to death or captured and imprisoned. The powerful gods were either on the list of conferred gods, or they were too frightened by the catastrophe to dare to come out. Not to mention those Nezha, Li Jing, Yang Jian, etc. Who were born in the human race have become saints in the body and hold great power in heaven. At this time, the human race can be regarded as the true emperor of the earth. What do those who say that the Emperor is inferior to the Human Emperor think? The Human Emperor is the leader chosen by the human race themselves. Could it be that God decides who will be the Emperor? It's not like the human race first selects someone and then burns a piece of paper to tell God that this is the new leader of the human race.

Author, you wrote about the system of belief in gods in ancient times, so your skills are a bit low! It is better to add some ancient mythological systems, such as the Cangli clan of the Emperor of Heaven, the Yue-Cambodian clan of the Earth Emperor, and the Jiutou clan of the Human Emperor. Let me add a sentence: There was a god in the beginning, and the gods and Tao were the same. The pattern was grand and full of force, but it was difficult to write.