Reborn in the world of cultivation, awakening the ten thousand times critical strike system. The dying servant dug the grave every day and unexpectedly discovered the tomb of the first god from 100,000 years ago. From then on, the immortal grass became a magical medicine ten thousand times, and the broken sword became a slaying immortal a million times. The senior sister snatched my magic weapon and instantly evolved into a magical weapon. The sect leader deposed my cultivation and was directly reflected by the tomb of the god, causing me to kneel down and call daddy. The whole group frantically grabbed the burial place for the "No. 1 Loser" and knelt in front of the ancestral grave to offer heavenly materials and earthly treasures. What they don't know is... I have long disdained being a human disciple. The female ancestor in the tomb of the gods has been begging me to recognize her as her master for three thousand years!
Personally, I feel pretty good.
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