[Traditional cultivation of immortality + no time travel + no system + non-human + no holy mother]
The handyman disciple fell in a pool of blood, but the hot blood clung to him like a living thing and penetrated into his flesh. Zhao Mo's flesh and blood screamed in joy, and his cultivation skyrocketed.
He was originally a low-level monk who wanted to cling to the powerful, but he became a drug-testing boy.
A poisonous pill entered his belly, and instead of cultivating himself, he attracted the remnant soul of an eternal troll.
In order to survive and seek immortality, they plotted and plotted, killed and sacrificed!
To cultivate immortality, you have to fight for immortality, kill people for treasures, and sacrifice mortals, no matter what!
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I don't know if it's okay to write it, so I'll give it to myself.
I don't know if it's okay to write it, so I'll give it to myself.