I Kill Gods and Buddhas with Mortal Swords

There is a first-class practice in the world, which uses Qi to lead the way and uses Dharma to achieve immortality. But there is a rare person who uses his body as a furnace, his heart as a sword, and spends eighteen years in the dust to sharpen an edge that defies heaven and earth. Chen Xuan was born in the deserted Chenzhou, with a body abandoned by heaven. Everyone in the world said that his bones were rotten and he had no path to the road. He was destined to be an ant in the mud in this life. He didn't argue, he just held a rusty sword under the ruins of the ruins of the temple, thirty thousand times a day. He didn't ask about the path to immortality or the future. He only asked whether the sword in his hand was strong enough, and what he felt in his heart, whether it was sincere enough. Once the system awakens, you will know that the Heaven has abandoned it, and it is the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Body that is self-proclaimed. So the rusty sword was sharpened, and the dusty mind became interested. Holding the sword at the end of one's life, he does not bully the dark room and does not avoid powerful enemies; When you draw your sword in front of a group of arrogant people, you don't look down on others and don't take advantage of the slightest bit of power. When the sect came to press, they broke the mountain gate with their swords; When evil spirits from outside the territory invade, they use their swords to clear the world; The way of heaven binds people with rules and drives people with destiny, so he used his sword to cut an unruly and self-guided road to heaven. Along the way, there are beauties as companions, thousands of swords as companions, bones paving the way, and swordsmanship as everlasting. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.