The Blood Poison Eats My Heart, I Can Only Cultivate Immortality with All My Strength

The end point of spiritual practice is no longer immortality, and it is difficult for the dead to enter reincarnation. Why is the world here so miserable? Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the world has built high walls, but they have become thorns on the way home. In the country built by mortals, monks have taken high positions, and new demons have arisen before the old demons are extinguished. The blood soul is the only one that survives. The two poisons eat each other. The blood poison is planted in the heart of a lonely young man in an abandoned place. Light shines through the gap of despair. He lives another life and lives desperately. He enters a green mountain and worships a strange man as his teacher. He teaches the peerless medical skills. He practices for five years and guards the tomb for five years. When he goes down the mountain, he meets a traveler, an old man and a young man, and starts his own practice. Heaven's way is blocked, no one can become an immortal, Wangchuan is forbidden to travel, and the dead cannot enter reincarnation. The left hand wields the sword, and the right hand wields the sword, exterminating demons and subduing monsters, cutting into the heavenly path, and wiping away the sorrow in this place. That day, Shen Changan's ears rang again "Are they really all cut off..."