After three hundred years of hard training, Zhuo Lin's ascension to heaven is not the road to immortality, but the slaughtering assembly line of alien shepherds.
The so-called spiritual energy is fodder, and the so-called transcending tribulation is screening. All monks and mortals are livestock for the giant ship to extract soul spiritual energy.
The moment the ninth purple thunder fell, he had a glimpse of the truth of the universe, crushed the ascending jade slip with his own hands, wrapped his soul in the ancestral black iron scales and exploded himself, and luckily his remaining soul ended up in the mortal world.
The spiritual power of Dantian was exhausted, and he became a mortal, but he held the only power that could resist the gods-the gravity of the mortal world.
Monks run rampant with spiritual power, and shepherds harvest living beings with steel butcher knives. Zhuo Lin took root in the bloody earth and planted a bud of lock spirit with black iron.
Earth is the field, flesh and blood is the fat, heavy hammers are the plows, and hatchets are the blades.
They have turned the world into a slaughterhouse, so I will grow crops that smash sickles in the slaughterhouse.
Lock Baili's spiritual energy, shatter the golden elixir body, dismantle the steel scavenger, and hunt the starry sky homeport.
Three hundred years of journey to immortality was a scam. From now on, Zhuo Lin will not be an immortal, but only a mortal who keeps the land.
As long as the mortal backbone does not fall, the world will dawn.
