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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Hmph, if I were a regular cultivator, then so be it, but I’m still half of a buddhist disciple! You better watch as I use my abilities to protect the buddhist dharma and demolish you obscene bastards!
With a thought, the heavenly secrets responded and roaring lightning crashed down.
The scorching-white lightning was like a dragon, piercing the low-hanging clouds and illuminating his curled lips, revealing his teeth.
The wind chimes on the eaves jingled as rain drifted over the cobbled streets, turning into a downpour in the blink of an eye. The surroundings darkened.
Li Qingshan had already developed the intent to kill, so he simply let himself go, allowing the rain to pour down on him.
It was already late. There had not been a lot of people on the streets in the first place, so it became even more empty with the rain. He was the only one left making his way through the streets.
The sides of the streets were littered with niches and buddha statues, as well as guardian kings, arhats, and countless other strange beings that he did not know the name of. Their style differed drastically from the temples of the Green province, giving off a strange, non-human feeling as if they were silently observing him. Between the flashes of lightning, they were a frightening sight to behold.
A grey-haired old woman spun a prayer wheel as she sat under the eaves, reciting the scriptures. Suddenly, she saw a figure make his way up the mountain. He clearly moved very slowly, yet he had arrived before her in the blink of an eye, which made her widen her eyes.
The person smiled at her, revealing a toothy white grin.
She trembled all over as chills ran through her body. In another blink of an eye, the person had vanished again as if it was merely an illusion.
However, the smile was imprinted firmly in her mind. It made her recall the glory of all the statues of demons and gods she had seen before, yet none of them were as vivid as that ordinary man’s face. It was as if he were a demon king that had emerged from a nightmare, resisting bein
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