MTL - Dawn of the Grey Tower - Chapter 282 Demons

Chen Shen traveled to a world of immortals and became the corpse collector of the Xianzong, burying the dead disciples every day.

To bury the disciples of the seventh level of Qi training, to obtain their immortal skills and experience, and to obtain part of their spiritual roots.

To bury the disciples of Daofeng’s inner disciples in the array, get the spirit-gathering array, the killing array, and the experience of the array.

Bury alchemy masters, get Peiyuan alchemy recipes, build foundation alchemy recipes, and get alchemy master experience packs.

Bury super geniuses, complete spiritual roots, and achieve heavenly spiritual roots…

Twenty years later, Chen Shen, the body collector who has grown into a Jindan Zhenjun but is still low-key, discovered that the corpses sent this time were unusual, as if they were from the whole sect!

[Multiple planes of women disguised as men, male strong, female strong, 1v1, Shuangjie]

Extra! Extra! Yuan Mochen, the boss who lived in the fast-traveling bureau for a long time, cut off the connection between Universe One and the fast-traveling bureau, closed the gate of time and space, and entered the derivative world! ! !

In this regard, the Lord God said that it is enough to go to recover Universe One personally.

At first, Lolo, who thought she was kidnapped, “I want to go back”

Mo Chen said it doesn’t matter

Lolo during the mission “Host, please do not violate the law of time and space”

Mo Chen “Be careful next time”

Lolo “…” And next time? !

Lolo at the end of the mission “Host, you sit, I will run errands for you”

Mo Chen “Your legs are too short”

Lolo “…”

Returning to the Upper Realm, Luo Luo who knew the identity of Mo Chen, “Boss, I’ll light a cigarette for you”

Mo Chen “does not smoke”

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Mo Chen was indifferent and cold until he met that person

Monster: “Xiao Chen’er, are you in love?”

Mo Chen curled his lips, “The whole fairy world is my enemy”

Monster “I am the enemy of the whole fairy world”

Mo Chen “Then, we are a perfect match”

This book is also called “Quick time travel: The evildoer is in power: the gods and gods, fighting the world”

- Description from novelbuddy

The genius cultivator Lin Xuanzhi didn’t let down the world in his past life, yet he only betrayed a single Yan Tianhen.

It was only when he had been backstabbed and killed by his closest friends, teacher and fellow disciples that he knew what kind of unforgivable crimes he had committed.

After he gained the huge opportunity for rebirth, the Lin Xuanzhi who had climbed back up from hell swore to cherish the person that he had betrayed in his past life.

- Description from novelupdates

Big news! Big news!

The people of Qingzhou spread the word to each other.

After 200 years of not having any daughters, the Jiang family of Xijin Ferry has finally given birth to a baby girl.

Legend has it that this baby girl was born with great good fortune.

On the day she was born, the long drought-stricken land was blessed with sweet rain.

A few days after she was born, when her elders went up the mountain to hunt, they found a huge spiritual mushroom, resolving the family’s urgent need.

Half a year after she was born, her father topped the imperial exam and was appointed as the top scholar, bringing glory to their ancestors. After becoming an official, under the blessings of little darling, he successively grew new high-yield grain varieties that yielded thousands of catties per mu, shocking the world. It was smooth sailing all the way as he rose through the ranks.

The noble lords looked at Jiang Yuqing subtly gaining favor from the Emperor on behalf of his father, and then at their own daughters who only knew how to fight for attention and be jealous. Tears of envy flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Jiang’s father weakly raised his hand: I swear I didn’t teach her that, do you believe me?

The lords: Tsk…

Seeing the little girl become more and more outstanding, drawing a frenzied swarm of admirers, a certain prince was finally enraged, his sword sweeping across and leaving blood flowing like a river: A flower raised by me, how dare you!