I Rely on Treasure Pots to Create a Fairyland

After two years of being trapped in the third level of body tempering, there is no soul-sealing curse in his body. Others meditate and practice hard to improve their cultivation. I rely on the cornucopia of harvesting the emotions of all sentient beings in the world to exchange them for treasures of heaven and earth, and I win crazy items from the lottery. Accidentally learned the magic soul technique "The Secret of Great Spiritual Education" The soul-suppressing stroke turns into a spear, with both civil and military forms, restraining thousands of souls and determining life and death. The soul-sealing curse hangs on the ceiling, the revenge of destroying the family has not been avenged, and there are many powerful enemies on the road ahead. Gong Yu sneered: Don't be afraid, the more people break the guard and get angry, the more my emotional points will be. Genius? Genius? Mess with me, it's all a walking points bag!