Immortal Devil Transformation - Chapter Volume 16 84: Food is Still the Most Important

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

As a snake catcher, Xu Ying has always been honest and diligent, until this day, he caught a different snake…

On the first day of March, the land of China was full of incense, and the statues guarding various villages, towns, cities, states and counties woke up one after another to enjoy the sacrifices of the common people.

However, from this day on, the world has been in chaos.

This book is also known as “Ninety-six Cultivation of Immortals”, “Zero Zero Seven Also Cultivates Truth”, “Inner Volume”, “Rolling to Death”, “No one TM wants to fly”, “Good Pit”, “The Big Pit is Deep”, “Help Me Up” ” At the age of thirty-five, my fortune came” and “The Appearance of the Great Demon King Xu” and so on!

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In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.