The Master of Cultivating Immortals Fell into the Interstellar, and Has Seven Hours Left to Live.

[Xu Zhe, the Master of Lianxu Sword, never thought that he would end up like this! One second he was slaying the devil with his sword, and the next second he became "space junk" on an interstellar pirate ship. All cultivation was lost, the body collapsed, and a cold death countdown hung before his eyes: [Remaining life: 7 hours, 0 minutes and 0 seconds] Zerg siege, pirate infighting, empire wanted... This interstellar world where the weak and the strong prey on each other is even more cruel than the Demon Realm. But Xiuzhe smiled. "Evil spirit? This is the supreme talent of my Immortal Slayer Sect!" "Insect swarm? It's just a moving life-sustaining pill!" "Gene lock? Watch me use evil spirits to refine my strength, and change my destiny against the will of heaven!" "Who stipulates that one cannot cultivate immortality in this starry sky?" When a swarm of Lord-class insects swamped the starship, everyone was desperately waiting to die. I saw a figure holding a gun in one hand, with white stripes on his arms, rising into the sky. "Don't panic -" "Let's see how I turn these seven hours into seventy thousand years!" The climax is at the beginning! High energy throughout the whole process without any peeing spots! [Interstellar Cultivation + Interstellar Pirates + Decisive Killing + Invincible Flow + Zerg Natural Disaster + Not the Holy Mother + Epic Fantasy + Gene Lock + Passionate Blood + Fast Pace + Machiavellian Strategy]