Now maintaining the edge of physical body collapse is the perfect timing for forging.
Amidst the varied raindrops of the Constant Star, the thousand-foot figure began wielding fists, starting the cultivation of "Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique".
Punching and punching, an arm fell off, a leg broke, sometimes even the top of the head flew off.
Like a storm-driven office worker helplessly picking up items in the rain.
But no one could laugh.
The Corpse Bone Gene left its concern for the Holy Battle Heart for the first time, Li Changzhou truly threatened his 'victory' path.
"Have you gone mad?" Tian Shi and the others were both admired and puzzled.
"Thinking about cultivation at this time?"
Tian Fu said: "Even in such pain, comparable to Hell, is it meaningful? Enter the main hall; you can become a Saint, becoming stronger now means nothing to a Saint."
