Lin Yuan traveled to a high-level martial world where alien beasts were rampant, was diagnosed with severe schizophrenia, and was imprisoned in the Seventh Abnormal Human Research Center.
Because in his eyes, there is no martial arts in this world, only weird cultivation of immortality.
The nurse gave him a sedative, and he was overjoyed: "The foundation-building liquid refined by Ten Thousand Years of Taisui!"
The instructor put pressure on him and frowned: "Why don't you have tentacles on your Nascent Soul? You must be practicing false Taoism!"
Until the S-class space crack exploded over the madhouse, the starry sky beast descended, and the human god of war was in despair.
Lin Yuan was wearing a hospital gown, dragging the infusion pole, and kicked open the door: "What a big flesh and blood Bodhisattva! Just perfect for refining my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"
One stick pierced the beast.
The God of War was confused: "You call this mental illness? He surrounded the entire group of alien beasts by himself!"
The global live broadcast room exploded.
Lin Yuan turned around, his eyes pure and crazy: "Don't be afraid, it's just a Taoist competition. Who's next?"
