The Art of Chaotic Divinity - Chapter 89: Only Three Days of Vitality Remaining!

Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell.

He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal.

Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.

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When he heard the immortal sister from heaven had died, Fang Ren didn't really care.When he heard he was going on a blind date, Fang Ren was a bit concerned.When he heard his wife-to-be was the deceased sister from heaven, Fang Ren cared a lot!

As an underworld boss who has been in the ladder all the year round, You Feng specially uses various non-mainstream underworld decks to climb to the duel king of the ladder in one go.

Also known as a cancer.

I didn’t expect to cross into the mixed world of DM, GX and 5DS!

You Feng defeated the major powerhouses with absolute capital, seized their cards, and then began to research and combine all kinds of fancy tumor card groups.

The most important thing is that such a tumor, the guardian spirit is still the creator god of light! !

“Is this the God of Creation of Light? What!! It turned out to be You Feng’s?” Muto Game.

“You call the cancer a **** god?” Haima Lairen’s mouth twitched.

“I never take the initiative to pull out screws! Except for facing You Feng! It’s too poisonous.” Do not move Yu Xing.

“What kind of dark dueling elf, how can You Feng be scary?” Youcheng Shidai.

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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