Skyeater

The sky is filled with wrath, and the young man returns home in blood. Xiao Jin will never forget that frosty morning, when the Xuantian Sword Sect's demon-killing sword formation penetrated the chests of three hundred tribesmen, and how the blood drops splashed on the bronze altar condensed into the demon totem in the Lihuojian. When he crawled back to the human world from the abyss that sealed the ancient gods, what was wrapped around his right arm was no longer the Xiao family's ancestral pattern, but the sky-devouring spiritual veins that even heaven was afraid of. "You say this is a demon species?" He crushed the 107th sect jade tablet, and gray mist evaporated from the mountain of corpses at his feet, "Then I will show you -" The moment the Burning Sky Sword was unsheathed, the nine sacred objects of the Immortal Sect screamed simultaneously, and the ruins of the ancient gods that had been silent for thousands of years lit up one after another behind him. Here, the poisonous miasma is the elixir for cultivation, the enemy Yuanying is the advanced qualifications, and even the ninth-level thunder tribulation sent down by heaven is nothing but the body-tempering fire. When all the gods and Buddhas in the sky wanted him dead, Xiao Jin decided to use the heaven-eating divine fire that devoured all things to burn through the thirty-three layers of heaven. He asked the saint sitting in the clouds of the sky: Who is the real devil?