The Prehistoric Porcelain Maniac: All the Saints Beg Me Not to Die

Alias Honghuang: 400 million clones, all the saints begged me not to send them away Once across the prehistoric times, he became the ancestor of Styx who was destined to become the background of heaven, but unexpectedly awakened the [God-level porcelain settlement system]! As long as the clone is killed by a powerful person, you can randomly and forcibly extract the opponent's luck, merits, magical powers and even accompanying spiritual treasures! Looking at the 480 million Blood God Sons behind him who were killing them endlessly, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Styx's mouth. Just as Donghuang Taiyi was about to ring the Chaos Bell, a Blood God Son flew and hit the bell to death—— Ding! If the porcelain is successful, 10% of the demon clan's luck will be extracted! Yuanshi Tianzun opened the forum to give a sermon, and a group of Blood God Sons in the audience exploded and overturned the dojo—— Ding! The porcelain touch was successful, and Pangu's authentic merits were extracted from thousands of acres! Jie Yin and Zhunti looked at the porcelain soldiers who queued up to die at the gate of Lingshan every day. They burst into tears on the spot: "Fellow Taoist Styx, please accept your magical powers. You have bankrupted the Western Sect!" Daozu Hongjun's scalp was even more numb. Hundreds of thousands of people were lying outside Zixiao Palace every day, calling for injustice. They dare not fight, and they couldn't defend themselves! Until all the saints could no longer bear it and worked together to refine the sea of blood. The Styx itself stepped out in one step, and its holy power shattered the wilderness: "Thank you guys for giving me the opportunity to become a saint. Everyone, it's time for me to close the net!"