Skeleton Zun

Qingshi Town, Gu Qiri. The immortal master's bone ruler was placed on the young man's wrist, it buzzed and then fell silent. "You are born with no bones and cannot practice cultivation. The bones cannot hold the spirit, and the spirit energy dissipates when it enters the body - this is a dead end worse than having no spiritual roots." The whole place burst into laughter. Xu Zheng lowered his head and looked at his hand. The fingers were sound and the bones and flesh were distinct. He smiled: "Bones are dead, but people are alive." My parents went out in search of "bone forging methods" in their early years and never came back, leaving only half a page of remnants, a bone pendant, and an empty tomb. He was expelled from his home and worked in the mines to dig rocks. He narrowly escaped death and joined the famous Xuantian Sect as a handyman - not for any other reason, but because the place with the most complete collection of books in the world must have a way to turn over his body. Deep in the mountains, he met an old monk who was knocking bones into chimes. The skull was majestic and domed like a mountain. He only glanced at him and said, "The bones of the little donor are clean." "The General Guide to Forging Bones" is a piece of "waste paper" that no one has been able to repair for thousands of years. Only the bones can be repaired. Leading spirits is like chiseling stone to make fire. An ordinary person can make steel with one hammer, but he may not be able to make fire with a thousand hammers. It took three months, a hundred days and nights, and a useless hand to harden into the first bone. Normally, he is a bitch - arrogant, greedy for money, loves to pick up leaks, and can't move his legs when he sees the treasure; at critical moments, he is a tough guy - if you want to touch the person behind him, you have to step on his bones first. The end is not the end. It's a door. He wanted to kick him away.