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!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
The white mist came from all directions, finally descending slowly and arriving in front of Chen Chao, enveloping him.
At this moment, Chen Chao looked like a pure white cocoon.
It was just that the cocoon was incredibly huge, resembling more like a giant egg than a cocoon.
The black ox lay on the ground, calling out weakly, "Daoist Master..."
It was now incredibly frightened, only able to grasp at its last straw for survival.
The middle-aged daoist was too busy to care about someone else. The talisman was still at his fingertips, but he could not seem to crush it no matter what.
The pressure here was much more terrifying than when he entered. Even for someone as strong as him, standing was already a challenge at this moment, let alone perform any other actions.
Even in such a perilous situation, the middle-aged daoist still did not harbor any feelings of fear. Having been high above the clouds for many years, even if he were to fall into a swamp one day, it would be hard for him to have any fearful thoughts or actions.
Only this, was the true mark of a prominent figure.
Even at this moment, he was not afraid. The current middle-aged daoist was just curious, curious about why such a thing was happening.
What secrets did the young martial artist have on him?
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Outside the divine mountain, there had always been white mist lingering endlessly. Even at that place outside the divine mountain, it had gathered to form a mist wall. But at this moment, the white mist was being drawn towards the divine mountain. The white mist here naturally became thinner and dissipated. As for other places outside the divine mountain, endless white mist was also being drawn up the divine mountain at this moment.
The entire ruin gradually became free of the white mist.
The divine mountain had now become the place with the heaviest suppression. But as time passed, everything began to change.
The black ox suddenly let out a cry. With a crackling sound, it crawled up from the ground. Its broken limbs had now fully recovered
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