MTL - The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort - Chapter 162 Convergence

Take a step, experience 10,100 times, basic stance advanced to yellow stance!Swing a punch, experience 10,100 times, basic boxing method advanced to yellow boxing method!Take a powerful pellet, experience 100100 times, cultivation level from quenching body third level to quenching body sixth level!Take a look at the sword intent on the sword mark stone, experience 100100 times, successfully comprehend the first level sword intent!……Jiang Chen crossed the other world and accidentally got the 100 times cultivation system, he is getting stronger all the time!The basic martial arts skills can be upgraded to the heavenly level by walking around and waving a fist!The first thing you can do is to take a pill and your cultivation will grow faster than a rocket!It’s hard to understand the law of sword intent? Is it difficult to become an alchemist? I have a hundred times the cultivation system, it’s just a matter of minutes!Jiang Chen has a hundred times the cultivation system in his hand, from now on, he will beat all disobedience!

I was born into a prestigious martial family, yet I was nothing but a useless person with no talent whatsoever.At least, that was the case until I was trapped in a dream.[You cannot die here.][You can not lose your mind here.][Time does not move in this place.][You cannot leave until you reach the extreme.]Geniuses and fools—people say these are two unchangeable truths of the world.They claimed that I could never enter certain realms because I was a complete fool.But when a human body and soul are thrown into the extremes of time, they adapt.[Congratulations. You have reached the extreme.]Now, it is time to leave.

Finding an ancient treasure was not as fortunate as one might expect. As soon as Bai Rouyun had left the grave, countless sects and hidden families set out to kill her for the sake of obtaining her treasure for themselves.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.