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Goldfinger? No, it's a reminder! Lin Tian, ​​a twelve-year-old cowherd boy, fell into the cliff and picked up a rusty bronze gourd. The moment when the gourd is stained with blood The gate of immortality is closed to him: the five elements and spiritual roots are useless, and he is only worthy of being a dung picker! The treasure quietly wakes up: → A drop of blood coagulates the liquid of creation, and the elixir ripens in the dung heap for thousands of years → Swallowing erysipelas to refine the rotten heart crystal, poisoning and refining the Qi and supervising it is like butchering a dog → Absorb corpse energy to store the Yin Thunder Bead, blasting through the body-protecting gauntlet of the foundation-building elder! "Hide it! Don't show up until you die!" Grandpa's dying warning was engraved in his heart. So Lin Tian hibernated in the most filthy place of Xianmen: ■ There was a flash of green light at the bottom of the dung bucket, and the cultivation level skyrocketed. ■ The poison condenses in the sour porridge, and the enemy festers ■ When thousands of people spurned him, he laughed softly: "Laughing at me struggling in a sea of excrement? Look at me "The corpses of all the gods and gods will be used to pave the bloody road to the sky! "