Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
From that moment on, the Star Grave Palace closed. In accordance with the Heavenly Roc King’s plan, Martial Sages and above were not allowed in. Then, it soared into the air and tore through the barrier of the sky to fly into the infinite depths of space.
The originally strong Heavenly Roc Race had already weakened with the Heavenly Roc King’s death. Then, all the elite forces in the race died in the struggle to obtain the Great Roc Spreading Wings Painting.
As a result, the period of prosperity that the Heavenly Roc King brought to the Heavenly Roc Race was lost forever, and their strength declined sharply. A few thousand years later, the Heavenly Roc Race had become a bottom-rung existence among the hundred races in the Fiend Domain.
Every hundred years, the grave palace would pass above the Heavenly Roc Race, which had never given up on calling it down, praying that they would succeed and revitalize the Heavenly Roc Race’s glory.
There was definitive news that after a few generations of attempts, the Star Grave Palace would come down this time.
With the passage of time, the previously great and mighty Heavenly Roc Race had left the bustling areas of the Fiend Domain, moving to its borders, to the Sand Province about four thousand kilometers away from Hunluo Province.
The Sand Province was a vast desert, a desolate place without any life and only a few small oases. There were also all sorts of evil people traveling through that place.
For the Heavenly Roc Race to end up in such a place, it was easy to imagine how much the race had waned.
For ordinary people, four thousand kilometers would take an extremely long time to walk. For Mo Lingtian and his group, such a distance was not particularly far. In fact, it could be said to be very near.
Mo Lingtian and his group could travel more than five hundred kilometers in one day. Eight days later, a seemingly endless golden desert appeared before the eight.
Mo Lingtian looked at the sand and glanced at Xiao Chen, who was behind. Then the corners of his lips curled up, an
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