When Li Jiuwu opened his eyes, the ninth level of thunder calamity had been brewing for thousands of years. He casually grabbed Jie Yun and made tea, and the fragrance of the tea turned into spiritual rain and was absorbed by the people. The tablets of the five great immortal sect ancestors collectively exploded, indicating the coming of a great catastrophe - not his catastrophe, but the catastrophe of all heavens and worlds!
The soul-detecting stele exploded, elixirs were exchanged for sugar paintings, secret realms were torn apart by hand... Others were cultivating immortality like walking on thin ice, but he was cultivating immortality like visiting a vegetable market. The Demon Lord promised to use his skull as a wine glass? With a backhand slap, he turned it into fertilizer and transformed the Moyuan desert into a spiritual field. A hundred-year-old killing array laid in wait by the Reborn? He squatted in the field to plant potatoes, but he also disliked the soil being too hard.
When the incarnation of Heavenly Dao shivered and handed over the "Eternal Throne", Li Jiuwu crossed his legs and complained: "That's it? It's not as comfortable as the bench at my Chaos BBQ stall."
[Invincible flow + Dihua + hilarious counter-routine]
- Thunder Tribulation makes tea, Heaven Tribulation serves as SPA
- The willow branch cuts the fairy sword, and the quarrel divides the two worlds
- Boiling mutton in the Immortal Formation, making three thousand ancestors cry.
- The system requires binding? Go raise pigs
"You call this cultivating immortals?" Li Jiuwu looked at the figures kneeling all over the sky and sighed: "Why can't this class of leeks even know how to show off?"
