I Really Don't Want to Become a Saint.

The rich blood in the breeze kept stimulating his senses. Huo Zhe smoothed his long hair, Mortals are like ants and deserve to die. Are these people who ascend to the Immortal Sect really afraid of retribution? System, is there any solution? [The Hall of Valor is a place where lost souls can exist. Those who voluntarily enter the Hall of Valor can provide a purer faith. Huo Zhe's mouth twitched, are you drawing cakes for me again? What about the Hall of Heroes? You should first give me what you owe me. [What's the debt? Don't smear someone's innocence. Haven't I already given you the Marrow Cleansing Emperor's Sutra? Marrow Cleansing Emperor Sutra? Huo Zhe looked at his delicate white fingers and said, I don't need this thing a long time ago, and you just took it out. Are you fooling the devil? [Aren't you questioning my ability? Isn't this proof? Okay, then why don't you take out this Hall of Heroes? [Currently there is insufficient faith, and one million more are needed to materialize. One million? Huo Zhe was a little silent and really wanted to slap himself. Open your mouth and speak the truth, "A day travels a thousand miles,,," [Brother, please be more restrained. How many times have I told you that my power is not wasted by you?] Looking at the words floating in front of his eyes, looking at the hell on earth in front of him through the words, Huo Zhe sighed and walked away. ………… The road to immortality and immortality is long and long.