Reincarnation of Eternal Life: from Wasted Spiritual Roots to Soaring to Heaven

On the battlefield where jackdaws wept blood, Wang Ergou stepped on the head of the shadow guard commander and inserted his fingers into the opponent's Dantian. Tower sky soaring "Golden elixir? You can only eat it with blood." He crushed the struggling golden elixir and swallowed the sweet taste in his throat mixed with the rainwater. Behind him are the corpses of his fellow disciples - the thirteen people who covered his breakout, their throats were all sealed with a sword, and their wounds were covered with frost. "Cold-blooded madman!" The survivor trembled and retreated, but he didn't know that the thin frost was the out-of-control murderous thoughts he was desperately suppressing.