The More You Kill Me, the Stronger I Become

--- I knelt for three days. Three thousand heads were eaten. On the day my sister's soul was taken away by the Wanhun Sect and made into lamp oil, I lay like a dog in front of their mountain gate. The gatekeeper kicked three of my ribs. Mortal? Roll. I'm gone. He rolled down the cliff and his bones were shattered at the bottom of the valley. On the third day, I got up. His bones have grown and his strength has increased by 30%. I found out—— I can't die. To be precise: every time I am killed, I become stronger. If it is broken once, it will jump three levels. Ten Thousand Souls Sect? Come, line up and kill. The entire world of immortality? Come on, come together. I opened an inn to kill me, and people who wanted to kill me lined up from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, killing one by one, and exterminating one group after another. The entire cultivation world is hunting me down and making it my cultivation schedule. But no one knows the price - Every time I resurrect, I forget something. I forgot my sister's voice first, and then my sister's face. I am forgetting myself bit by bit. But there is a rag in my arms, and there is a shadow on the rag. I don't remember who she is. But remember to This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.