Prehistoric: the Sword God of the Wu Clan, Please Ask the Saint to Reveal His Health Bar!

In the eyes of all sentient beings. Daluo Jinxian picks up the stars and the moon, the quasi-sage can be high up, and the saint can only be worshiped, not desecrated. But in Lin Chuan's eyes. Daluo Jinxian can barely be considered as an experience package, and Quasi-Saint Power is only a minor boss. As for the saints. That is a cyclic boss that can be brushed N times! —— Lin Chuan traveled through the wilderness with the game panel and became the great witch of the Wu clan. As the only player in the prehistoric server. In Lin Chuan's eyes, everything has a health bar! When the health bar is emptied, even the way of heaven must be obediently destroyed! Ever since. A nightmare shrouded in the hearts of the gods was born! Taiyi: The Chaos Clock can split eight petals. This is an innate treasure! Lao Tzu: That's nothing! My merits for opening the sky have all been reduced! Zhunti: Wait... Why is he looking at my little luck in the West? Houtu Nuwa Queen Mother of the West: So, what exactly is a bond? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.