Moon’s Labyrinths - Chapter 11

[Battle in different worlds] [Get characters from all worlds as imperial spirits]

Blue Star, the arena of the heavens is coming.

Yang Fan, who traveled through time, knew almost all the opponents, and he who cheated, everyone won.

Others used the few imperial spirits as bodyguards, but he used them to form the Ten Thousand Realms Legion.

Unohanaretsu VS Kozuki Momonosuke?

Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Fan said Momonosuke must die…

“Bad Handsome” Yuan Tiangang VS “Sword” Li Xiaoyao?

“I bet on Li Xiaoyao! Stud…”

[Acquisition: Imperial Sword Art]

“The Female General of the Empire” Estes VS “Xialan” Bo Han Commander?

Who else needs to consider betting?

Estes: “I have seen Master!”

“Dead Knight” Ning Caichen VS “Grass Python Hero” Xu Xian.

“…”

Yang Fan looked at the crowd of imperial spirits from various mythological systems around him.

He stated that his goal was to suppress the heavens.

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Player – the legendary fourth natural disaster.

No one can predict what will happen in the special world of “Blood Arena” when a traveler who is forced to bear the fate of the devil leads a group of sand sculpture players.

When Wang Hao Ku Ku Di stretched his finger towards the enemy…

“Long live the charge!”

“Demacia!”

“For the Alliance!”

“For the tribe!”

“Wait! Kill the Long Live Charger first, and beat the Demacia one, and our brothers will decide the outcome!”

“it is good!”

Wang Hao: I’m %$#@%, I’m too hard

 …

After finally coming back from that hellish world, you actually want to open a game company to cover up that world?

Wait, my shell company has become the light of domestic games, what the hell is this?

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A man who had emerged from the world’s most secure prison—God of Death Island, known as a super-powered being called the God of Death, had grown tired of the bloody storms abroad and now, like a hidden dragon, he had returned! But due to an accident, he became the contract husband of a beautiful CEO! From then on, he ruled the city, crushed the petty and wicked, and embarked on the tyrannical journey of an urban legend!

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