I’ll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers

In his past life, to save all living beings, Lu Hengge burned away his divine soul, shattered his body, and with his own strength alone, stopped the protagonist of destiny from activating the Heaven a...

Chapter 170 I won’t beat the shit out of you today, even if you poop cleanly

after all.

One of the purposes of becoming an immortal is to enter the fairyland.

If you don’t come to the fairyland, you will definitely feel regretful.

“Someone actually came earlier than us.”

One of them spoke.

Lu Hen Ge took a quick look and saw five men and three women. Two of the couples seemed to be Taoist couples and looked very close. As for the other three men and the remaining woman, they seemed to be in a relationship of a bootlicker and a goddess.

Lu Hen Ge withdrew his gaze and ignored it.

These people don't know Lu Hen Ge.

but.

There was a hint of alienation and hostility in the eyes of the five men as they looked at Lu Hen Ge.

There is no other reason!

Just because Lu Hen Ge is so handsome!

We are all immortals.

Logically speaking.

They should be about the same in terms of appearance.

But Lu Hen Ge's facial features were obviously much better than theirs, and coupled with his extremely cold temperament, the three female fairies all looked at him with interest.

Just as Lu Henge was about to take a step and walk into the Immortal Gate, a somewhat burly figure pushed him aside and said in a disdainful tone: "A pretty boy like you, you'd better watch us enter the Immortal Gate first."

Lu Hen Ge smiled.

Unexpectedly.

I just arrived in the fairyland and I already encounter someone looking for trouble.

"I'm sorry, that's just his personality. I didn't mean to offend you." A woman passed by Lu Hen Ge, seemingly apologizing, but in fact, the contempt in her eyes was particularly clear. It's useless to be good-looking, the key is to be strong.

There was a murderous look in Lu Hen Ge's eyes.

With his strength as a fifth-turn immortal, coupled with the Ancient Sword, he can easily kill immortals below the seventh turn, and can barely fight against an eighth-turn immortal.

"Among the eight of you, what's the highest level?"

Lu Hen Ge asked.

The three women's eyes lit up. This man was not only handsome, but also had a nice voice.

Next second.

The burly man stood up and said, "I am a third-level immortal!"

oh!

Third turn!

If I don’t beat the shit out of you today, even if you poop cleanly, it won’t work.