I Am the Reincarnation of the Dao Ancestor?
All for cultivation

"call……"

Sun Hao looked at the rice paper on the flat table and took a deep breath.

After that, he brushed his pen.

That is, a few breaths of time, a gigantic dragon appeared on the paper.

The dragon swam between the clouds, with two eyes, fierce and domineering, stunning.

From the overall look, the dragon seemed to emerge from the paper, with a long mood.

"Looky! That's incredible!"

Sun Hao looked to the newly completed "Dragon Rising Clouds" and nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of artistic conception, looking at the entire world, no one could compare to him.

If it was on earth in his previous life, the price would definitely be high.

In this world, only a piece of scrap paper.

True, Sun Hao was an explorer.

I've been here for twenty years.

Initially, I wanted to get the invincible system, and, like other hikers, pretend to be slapped in the face, and walk towards the pinnacle of life.

but.

Even though he had obtained a system, he was a wasted physique.

The body cannot store the aura and cannot practice.

As a result, the system taught him piano, chess, books, paintings, poetry, wine, flowers, tea, forging, planting, cooking, cloth, porcelain, carpenter, doctor ...

All mortal means.

Most have reached the highest level.

Now there is painting and it is still in darkness.

"Ding, it was detected that the host had drawn the perfect work-" Dragon and Cloud ", painting experience +1000."

"Ding, the painting level has reached the highest level!"

"Ding, give the host a set of the best wolf pens!"

At this time, three mechanical sounds were heard.

On the table, a wooden box appeared out of thin air.

When I opened it, it was filled with brushes, from thick to thin, a complete set.

Produced by the system, it must be a boutique.

However, Sun Hao did not notice this.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes shining.

"Everything reaches its highest state, I can practice!"

Sun Hao clenched his fists excitedly.

"Ding, it has been detected that all the skills of the host are perfect, and this system cannot teach you, so say goodbye!"

whahuh?

Can't teach?

Doesn't this mean that if all skills reach the highest level, you will give yourself a prime body and begin the path to cultivation?

"and so much more!"

Sun Hao spoke quickly.

"okay?"

“How about the highest physique?” Ask Sun Hao.

"Wait a minute."

After saying this, a stream of cold air pierced through Sun Hao's body.

"Ding, it was detected that the host's luck was not enough to open it!"

"Ding, the supreme body can only be unlocked by accumulating the full value of blessings!"

After two beeps.

A panel appeared in front of Sun Hao.

【Fu Yuan】 Value: 0/100, 0000

[Explanation]: When the value of blessings is full, Tao Hongmeng's body can be unlocked.

Two simple lines left Sun Hao confused.

"System, how do you need to accumulate wealth value?" Ask Sun Hao.

there's no response.

Mind moving.

Character panel not open.

System gone!

"Job ..."

The mood has changed over the years and has improved tremendously.

At this moment, Sun Hao could not help but spew foul language.

Twenty years of hard work, only to obtain the highest physique and start cultivating.

Now tell me, the value of luck is not enough, need to collect?

Are you fooling me?

If this is the case, forget it, there is no gathering method yet!

Moreover, the system did not say a word and ran away!

Ask me, who else?

Who else could experience a system worse than this?

"Destroy the system and send the old boss back!"

"I want to go back to earth to pretend to be forced!"

"Hair, really run away!"

Sun Hao continued to shout, and the only response to him was the sound of water flowing in the mountains.

"Forget it, find out for yourself!"

"I think I should go down the mountain."

Sun Hao sighed silently, his eyes sweeping into the room.

Pen, ink, paper, ink stone, guqin flute ...

His eyes were finally on the guqin.

Guqin is also a systematic, simple product.

"Old man, this time, I can't take you down the mountain."

Sun Hao sat beside the guqin and started picking the strings.

Down mountain.

In the thick forest.

"Damn!"

A young man glanced at the gap in the long blade and curled silently.

There were scars all over the boy's back, like being injured by sharp claws.

His name was Chen Daoming, a disciple of the Overlord Sect.

"howled……"

Chen Daoming's scalp exploded, and he rushed forward.

The wounds on his back were affected, and a little blood was sprinkled along the way.

Before running far away, Li Daoming covered her chest, panting.

The feeling of dizziness came.

"No, never stop!"

Chen Daoming let out a strong sigh and continued running forward.

However, he simply raised his steps and stopped quickly.

Looking ahead, his pupils shrank, and there was a chill.

I looked in front of him, standing a black-robed man.

Two sharp gazes shot out from the ghost mask, staring at Chen Daoming.

"Jie Jie ..."

A strange laugh, like howling a ghost in hell, was terrifying.

“Little baby, the game is over!” Under the black mask, a human voice came out.

"Just you?"

Chen Daoming pointed at the black-robed man and shouted furiously.

"Ha……"

The black-robed man did not respond and took out a flute.

Chen Daoming transferred his physical and spiritual strength and placed it on the long sword.

"Nr ..."

A faint silver light emerged from that long blade.

"Come on, hurt each other!"

Chen Daoming clenched the long blades in both of his hands and kicked him hard, like a cannonball, and slashed at the black-robed man.

"explosions..."

The knife hit the ground and blew up the ravine.

However, before Chen Daoming, there was the figure of a black-robed man.

"Wooing..."

Suddenly, the flute rang.

Hear this.

Chen Daoming's face changed drastically, he found a direction and ran away quickly.

"howled……"

Around the dense forest, there was a roar of monsters.

"Hey..."

A group of birds flew frantically into the sky.

"not good!"

Chen Daoming broke out in cold sweat, accelerating slightly.

But it's not far away.

A strange man covered in pitch-black blocked his path.

The foreign man's eyes were dull, and his mouth groaned like an animal.

"howled……"

Behind him, there was also a rumbling sound.

"Damn!"

Chen Daoming squeezed the last spiritual power out of his body and placed it on the long sword.

After which, he kicked the ground with his hind legs and slashed at the foreign man like a cannonball.

"Ding ……"

There's a metal crow.

The long blade slashed at the stranger's arm, spitting out flames, leaving a gap again.

Chen Daoming was shocked by the bleeding and pain.

Before she could react, the strange man grabbed her quickly.

"Blowering..."

The claw was shaped like a steel nail, and it stuck to Chen Daoming's chest, with the flesh of the belt, leaving behind several blood stalks, dripping blood.

"explosions..."

Chen Daoming flew upside down and struck the ground violently, with blood spurting from her mouth.

One blow, serious wound.

"howled……"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of strange people came quickly.

In an instant, Chen Daoming surrounded him.

Dealing with someone is hard to reach the sky.

Facing a group, there was no way to survive.

"Brother, wake! Sister, wake up!"

Chen Daoming looked at these strange people and shouted loudly.

However, it is useless.

These freaks, like mindless puppets, turned a deaf ear to Chen Daoming's voice.

"Little laughter, it's your turn now, do you have the last word?"

At this moment, the black-robed man came over, and the freak automatically dispersed, releasing him.

"Last words, you hammer! I want to make that old man a doll, a dream!"

After speaking, Chen Daoming took the long knife, pointed it at his neck, and stabbed it.

"Kang Dang ..."

The long knife fell to the ground.

"Jie Jie ..."

The black-robed man looked up at the sky and laughed, "Little baby, want to die? It's not that easy, let's be a doll in this chair!"

The black-robed man took out his flute and started playing it.

“Damn the puppet clan, you are very meticulous, you cannot die!” Chen Daoming roared.

"No……"

The sound of the flute shook Chen Daoming's soul and fell to the ground, thrashing.

The feeling that his soul was torn apart made him almost suffocate.

His soul was like a candle in the midst of a strong wind, which was extinguished at any moment.

"Wooing..."

As the sound of the flute became faster, Chen Daoming became even more sick.

Looking, he almost fainted.

Right now, there is a voice.

...