Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
The middle-aged daoist walked through the ruins, holding an umbrella, in complete silence.
There was constantly a sheet of blank paper beside him, with crimson marks that kept appearing. These marks were left by him, helping him keep track of where he had been so that he would not get lost when he turned back.
But in reality, a big shot like him would never worry about getting lost.
He used these methods simply because he did not want to revisit places he had already been.
However, this ruin was vast, and he had no idea when he would find what he was looking for. To this day, he had not found it.
Until now, he still did not find what he was looking for.
Aside from those words, there had been no other gains.
This time, he had left the Infatuation Daoist Temple under the pretext of closed-seclusion. But, he was well aware that he could not hide it from his senior brother for too long. Therefore, it was better to return early, if possible.
However, he quickly encountered some trouble.
He disappeared from the open field and arrived in a mountainous area. There was a stretch of hills between the mountains, and between the hills, there was actually a massive demon.
It was a ferocious-looking demon that resembled a small hill. Its entire body was covered in scales that shimmered with iridescent colors.
As for its head, it looked relatively normal, akin to an ordinary water buffalo.
Perhaps it was just a water buffalo, albeit one from ancient times.
The middle-aged daoist stood before this demon, inspecting it for signs of life. However, he could not sense any vitality, which left him somewhat disappointed. If this water buffalo before him had still been alive, it might have brought him something even better.
A demon that had lived for so many years was unlikely to be weak.
However, facing a daoist great sage like him held little significance.
The middle-aged daoist seriously pondered the books that documented various demon species and thought about all the demons that resembled the demon in front of him. H
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