【Avatar】【Magic Immortality】【Behind the Scenes】

Life is like duckweed falling into the grass, and the soul is helplessly trapped in the devil's path.

Life and death are decided on the corpse refining platform, and the Taoist soldiers show their mysterious path along the way.

Lu Yuan traveled to a demonic sect where lives were worthless, and became a cultivator who was about to embark on the corpse refining stage.

Once you enter the corpse refining platform, life is like death.

Become a Taoist soldier who only follows orders and becomes cannon fodder for the sect.

The road ahead is ruined and the realm of cultivation can no longer be improved.

Fortunately, there is a strange blessed place in my mind where I can refine my clone based on destiny.

When he stepped into the corpse refining platform with his clone, he obtained a Taoist clone with an elevated realm.

Lu Yuan hid behind the scenes and made plans to decide the outcome.

Relying on the clone from the mysterious blessed land to refine Taoist soldiers, as time went by, he finally became an almighty powerful person.

Old man: "Do you want revenge?"

The boy: "I have been repeatedly insulted by strong men and regarded as garbage by my master. How could I not want revenge?"

The old man touched the boy's head and sighed: "Good boy, let me pass on my skills to you."

The boy was surprised and said: "Senior! How can this be possible?"

The old man stretched out his hand: "Give me your phone."

The boy looked at the changes on the phone and was shocked: "Senior! Where did this hundred years of skills come from?"

The old man smiled slightly: "Good boy, this is your spare power in the Heavenly Palace. You can use it whenever you need it in the future. Don't be insulted again."

The boy frowned: "Isn't this a mana loan? I'm afraid..."

Old man: "The Heavenly Palace is a big platform. New users who borrow a hundred years of skills have 30 days of interest-free, and the lowest daily interest rate is half a day's skill, which is not as much as your breathing one week."

...

Zhang Yu snorted coldly and turned off the advertisement above.

In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.