Jidao: Blood-Devouring Martial Saint

In the ninth year of Yuanjing's reign in the Great Wei Dynasty, the sky fell. Gods and Buddhas have been reduced to legends of the past, demons and demons are competing with each other, and ordinary people are like firewood, becoming incense that is fought over by all forces. Liu Ran, who was hit by great luck, unexpectedly traveled through time and space, and he gradually held up the sky while sitting on the front panel. Deep in the dark underground fortress, Liu Ran slowly pressed his palm on the top of the head of a ferocious monster. The majestic blood energy was like a red dragon, being forcibly drawn away, swallowed, and submerged into his body. "The groove is full, now my Hunyuan Iron Shirt can break through." "Broken—!" "Broken—!"