Cultivating Immortality with a Dao Seed, Starting with the Immortal-Slaying Gourd

Was your golden finger stolen by the natives? That aboriginal, the opportunity that his parents sacrificed their lives for was deceived by others, and yet he was grateful to that person. He is a waste and a licking dog, and then the protagonist still can't kill the aboriginal? Immortal? How about you add a buff to the original body of the reincarnation of the Immortal King? Are you writing a female video? So bloody?

You wrote this introduction. . . . Even if we want to kill decisive egoism, we don't just slaughter the city when there is nothing, but we just attack the gods and Buddhas who save the suffering. According to traditional culture, you can kill the bad guys, monsters and monsters. Moreover, there are many Buddhists and Taoists who are not divided into gods. Taoist temples all worship the earth city god, and many Taoist temple spiritual officials are also the temple's protectors or bodhisattvas. You have suddenly offended many readers. So many successful novels do not deal with the contradiction between Taoism and Buddhism. They are too cliche, superficial and cannot withstand scrutiny. They only write about what good skills and treasures they can use themselves.

This is the world of difference between street writers and top masters. Today's readers have long been tired of the old routines. They still engage in nonsensical suppression at the beginning, make the protagonist suffocate and survive, and then pile on a bunch of passers-by to make senseless ridicule? This kind of stinky and long way to subdue one's wits has long been eliminated by the times and is simply seeking a dead end.

The routine of ten years ago, the brainless villains pile up one after another without stopping at all. They keep beating the younger ones, then the older ones, and then the older ones and the older ones. They also say that they kill decisively. Why don't men kill women? It's obviously the female protagonist who is targeted. It's ridiculous.

It's so poisonous that the magic weapon in my own time travel zone can actually be refined by the local indigenous people.

The left and right sides of the brain are fighting each other. At first, they were sucking in the murderous blood-sucking air vigorously. Later, they said they felt sick and didn't want to suck it. At the end, they started to suck the murderous blood-sucking breath again. Do you want to suck it or not? Also, when you killed those other disciples earlier, you didn't just kill them directly in a sneak attack, and you didn't say anything. Why did it seem that when others wanted to kill you, it was as if they were committing a heinous crime. How? You are very innocent.

The first chapter advises you to quit, garbage with incorrect outlook.

Suppressing all the way, anyway, there is no end to the killing, just suppressing, just beating, without any logic, it is just like taking the halo of intelligence reduction, if you have brains but no brains, you just fight, the atmosphere and environment of each sect can become like this.

. . . There are many grievances and grievances, and no one understands them.

The writing is getting more and more disgusting. The main character is like a clown. He has no ambition, perseverance, and wisdom. He only knows how to despair and run away. With so many great opportunities, Han Paopao is not as good as him. He is written like a dog.