I Will Swallow All the Tribes with My Corpse and Become a Taoist King

Wang Yu opened his eyes and became a rotting corpse. There is no spiritual root, no sect, no meridians, no ability to refine Qi, and no ability to take pills. There is only a corpse that is getting worse and worse with beatings, and a heart that refuses to kneel. Gnaw the demon core, swallow the underworld, chew up the enemy's soul and swallow it. The golden threads of the war bones burned in the seams of the bones, and the fourteen souls roared at the base of the skull. During the day, he was a sickly casual cultivator in the Rotten Bone Building, and at night, he was a white-haired hunter in the Rift Zone. Use the bone ringing to connect the underworld contract and turn the dead person's drama into a living person's drama. On the bounty wall, he went from being a little bastard of "Bing-zi-ninety-one" to a nightmare for all forces. The Blood Corpse Sect wants to extract his bones, and Wuya Mountain wants to chop off his head. The Twenty-Four Dynasties wanted to push this alien like him back into the mud and grind him into ashes. Every time you become stronger, there is a bloody price: broken bones, cracked skin, soul erosion, and blood dryness. Until the coordinates of the Four Emperors' remains lit up in the darkness. Wang Yu inserted the broken bone back into his chest and bared his fangs: "Do you think I'm a corpse? Then I'll make one and tear this chess game into pieces." This world does not allow corpses to become immortals? Then he will swallow up this world!