Moshang Sword God: I Rely on Mining to Awaken the Inheritance of the Warrior Master

On the night when the earth's veins collapsed, Lin Hai, a blackwater mine slave, held half of the poison-quenching iron pickaxe and penetrated the thousand-year demon-sealing array. Crawling out of the bronze coffin was not only the remnant soul of the military leader Li Luofeng, but also the evil spirit of Zhuyin suppressed by the Miao Saint. When the human tendon rope on the hilt of Mo Shang's sword wrapped around the young man's right arm, Jiuli's blood curse burned dragon scale patterns on his back - this was the mark of choosing a master from a dangerous situation, and it was also a prophecy that heaven would bring disaster. The machine beasts of the Mobei bandits ran over the border town, and living corpses crawled out of the Tiangong City ruins. However, the man who always sharpened his knife on the moonlit night in Daotan Blood Jade said: The sharpest knife in the world should not behead the head, but the greed, ignorance, and anger in the turbulent times.