After Being Reborn, I Actually Followed My Words

Su Zhen died of depression due to accident. His soul traveled through time and borrowed San'er's corpse to revive him, and this is the world of cultivation. In his eyes, spiritual energy is colorful, and he can quickly practice by absorbing it differently. The moon is silver, it is as big as a jade plate, and the essence of the moon is what he wants most. The sun is golden and cannot be ignored. Even if you close your eyes, you still get a headache from the shaking. In his words, mother tongue is the law of this world. As long as the cultivation level can be sustained, it can replace all mental formulas. "It's a bit exaggerated to say what you say... Why does Chinese have such a miraculous effect here?" "Since I have used your body, I will avenge the master and you!" Su Zhen hates trouble the most, but he avoids trouble. "In this case, let me do this I'm a waste of a bottle, come and meet you!" Everyone in the sect was crazy about the ten-year competition. Su Zhen won the first place, but gave up the magical elixir that made countless people jealous, gave up the earth-level skills, and gave up the magic weapon. He giggled while holding the garbage book with ghostly drawings on it. "Senior brother, it seems that junior brother has not changed. Look at the thing he chose and the silly smile. Alas..." "A bunch of fools, this is the Chinese version of the encyclopedia!"