[Hot blood·Decisive killing·Invincible flow·Fantasy]
At the top of the sky, Tianshou lowered his eyes, as if looking at ants. Every time his eyes fell, a top power would disappear into ashes.
That day, in the sky above Qingyun Gate, under the gaze of giant eyes, an ancestor in the transformation stage, together with his magic weapon and his soul, instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only a fallen place wrapped in the terrifying aura of death.
Everyone said that it was a place of death, a dead end for bad luck.
Only Chen Mo knew that it was a feast.
As the lowest-level handyman disciple, the moment Chen Mo was sent to that abandoned field to wait for death, the gears of his fate began to turn crazily.
The "death evil spirit" that others would die from if he touched it and could not avoid it, was like a nectar in his body. It not only cleansed the muscles and cut the marrow, but also awakened the origin of thunder from the depths of his soul.
While everyone was fearing Tian Shou's gaze, Chen Mo was deep in the wasteland, greedily absorbing the energy that no one dared to touch.
The flesh is like iron, the body is tempered by thunder, and the purple light shatters the mountains and rivers with one glance.
"Since the sky wants to hunt all living beings, then I will cultivate the sharpest knife in the world. Even if it is the sky, I dare to poke a hole in it!"
