[Invincible style + Decisive killing + Not a Holy Mother + Not a harem + Love to play]
Dad died in the Ganges - eating beef jerky on the streets of Varanasi, he was chased eight streets, fell headlong into it, and choked his lungs with industrial wastewater.
When I opened my eyes again, I arrived at the Continent of Nonsense.
In this world, the cities belong to the family, the family belongs to the sect, the sect belongs to the dynasty, and the dynasty belongs to the empire. The layers are layered on top of each other, making the lower-level casual cultivators breathless.
Dad is at the bottom, a level up in physical training, so poor that his pants are patched, and he also has a face that deserves a beating.
He was slapped when walking on the street, the table was turned over while eating, and wild dogs showed their teeth when they looked at him.
But he had a system tied into his head.
You will be given a task if you are slapped in the face, and you will be given a task if you are kicked. Completing one will directly reward you with ten levels of cultivation.
Others risk their lives to level up, but he relies on being beaten.
What's even more outrageous is that the AK-47 in his pocket traveled with him.
At the 100th level of body refining, the county genius blindly wanted to step on him to establish his power, but he smashed his teeth with the butt of his rifle.
At the 500th level of body refining, the elders of the sect wanted to use him to make elixirs. He blocked the door of the elixir room with an AK and stood there for a whole time.
After a thousand levels of body refining, the prince of the dynasty came with 30,000 cavalry to slaughter his entire family. He stood alone at the gate of the city, holding a cigarette and pulling the bolt of his gun——
"One person is enough."
The survivors asked him who he was, and he spit out his cigarette butt and said something no one could understand: "I am your father."
Others cultivate immortality and immortality, while he cultivates immortality and spears.
From the city to the God Realm, the AK never stopped firing, and the taunting physique never stopped.
The gods and Buddhas all over the sky finally couldn't sit still, and issued an oracle asking: Who are you? Dad pulled the bolt of the gun and raised his head and smiled - what do you think?
One sentence recommendation: unlimited levels of body training, with AK in hand, I will kill anyone who steps on me.
