Mortal Bones and Taoist Immortal

Immortals regard mortals as the dregs of grass, mustard and medicine, but I regard the gods and Buddhas all over the sky as dead meat on the table. Traveling to the world of cannibalistic immortality, Lu Chen found that he was an insulator with no spiritual roots and could not breathe in a breath of spiritual energy. This is a desperate world: the aloof cultivators regard ordinary people as pigs and dogs, and the so-called ascension is nothing more than the mutation of high-level cultivators. Others traveled through time to seek immortality and asked. Lu Chen stood in the blood sea of ​​corpses in the mass grave and silently pulled out a rusty boning knife. Is the protective aura indestructible? The blade cuts along the blind spot where Qi circulates, and can sever your aorta in a fraction of a second. The flying sword magic weapon kills people invisible? As long as a living creature is alive, there are dead points in its meridians. Cutting off the two meridians of Ren and Du with one knife would cause the ancestor of Nascent Soul to twitch in the muddy water. No mana? Then sew the monster's heavy tendons into the arm, smash the powerful spine and boil it into marrow, and forcibly reshape this mortal body! Later, the way of heaven collapsed, and the Immortal Lord above the nine heavens glared at the mortal covered in blood. Lu Chen shook off the blood beads on the blade and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Under my boning knife, all living beings are equal. Even if you are a god, you will still die if your meridians are severed."