Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
White clouds drifted through the azure sky.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor sat on a green, jade throne, stroking his long beard gently. His jade-green eyes were fixed on Savage mountain below.
Banners waved about in the surroundings, surrounded by disciples of all ages and genders. They were all dressed in the same way, either wearing green robes or dresses. Even the ones with the lowest cultivations had reached the first heavenly tribulation. They amounted to over a hundred, a display of a large sect’s forces.
“Master, the two of them aren’t on Savage mountain right now, so the protective formations aren’t under anyone’s control. It’s a fantastic opportunity to attack the mountain, except…”
Qian Liangmu rode on a green cloud, flying back from Savage mountain and reporting politely before hesitating.
“Except what?” The Myriad Poison Ancestor stopped stroking his beard.
“Except I can tell that Li Qingshan has no intentions of establishing a sect in the south. He’ll be returning to the Green province sooner or later, so must we attack Savage mountain?” Qian Liangmu asked.
“Hehe, to think that even the mighty Sickly Prince would have times of softness. I’m just afraid that no one would believe that if it made it out.”
A glamorous woman smiled. On her shoulder sat a large, multicoloured spider. Its eight eyes were fixed on Qian Liangmu, shining with an extremely human-like light of viciousness.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been frightened out of your wits just by meeting Li Qingshan once?” added a middle-aged man who was as skinny as a bamboo pole. He stood on a venomous centipede that was several meters long.
The two of them stood to the left and right of the cult leader’s jade throne, which highlighted their special identities. They were Qian Liangmu’s junior sister and senior brother. They were people qualified to contend for the position of cult leader against Qian Liangmu. Demonic sects had never focused on feelings, so their relationship was obviously like fire and water. They would never let a single opportunity slip by when they co
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