The Handyman's Counterattack: the Magic Power at Full Level Starts to Destroy the Fairy Gate

In his previous life, he was the meanest ant in the Qingyun Sect. A bowl of rotten rice and half a whip mark are the illustrations of the ten years of suffering of the handyman Lin Mo. When he exchanged his life for clues to the sect's secret treasure, he was pushed into the abyss of the forbidden area by his senior brother Xu Li Peidan, who was as bright as the bright moon—— "Trash doesn't deserve to live, your ashes only deserve to be used as flower fertilizer." Reborn on the edge of the abyss, he grasped the magic key that overthrew the Immortal Sect! The ancient demon bones touched when he was about to die were imprinted with the secret code that burned the sky—— No leakage of the demonic body? The handyman spiritual root is actually the passport to the eternal taboo! "You have abandoned me like a pair of worn-out shoes. With this monstrous magic power, I want to cultivate the Great Way to Heaven!" On the day of the sect's election, on the execution ground of the Law Enforcement Hall, the sword pointed directly at his Dantian—— "The criminal Lin Mo secretly practices demonic skills. He should destroy his cultivation and kill his soul!" At the critical moment, the earth's veins burst! The monstrous demonic energy spurted out from the young man's bones and blood, shooting straight into the sky! "Who said that magic can only kill?" Lin Mo crushed the execution platform, and the demonic flames were wrapped around him like a god coming to the world: "Open your eyes and see clearly - it's the righteous path of the Immortal Sect that you beg for, feeding living people into the abyss!" Xu Li sacrificed the whole sect to activate the secret method, and the spiritual veins of the fairy mountain collapsed inch by inch—— "Good junior brother, give me the demon bone and I will spare your life!" What he responded to was Lin Mo's bare-handed punch that tore the sky apart! The ancient magic book swallowed up the Nine Netherworlds, and a hundred thousand innocent souls roared up from the abyss. Turn into a giant palm and crush the hypocrite's golden body! That day, there was a torrential rain of blood on the top of Qingyun Peak. On top of the devastated ruins of Xianmen, The young man wearing the magic pattern crushed the Qingyun plaque with his foot. Behind them, the surviving elders crouched and cried: