Starting from becoming the King of Saiyans - Chapter 594: Lin Chen vs Mechikabura ((2))

This world has Fox Fairies, River Gods, Water Monsters, Great Demons and Cultivators who seek immortality.

By activating their Dharma Eyes, cultivators can see all kinds of demons and ghosts.

Refining a flying sword, they can kill enemies thousands of miles away.

Their all-seeing eyes and all-hearing ears allow them to observe everything around them…

The second young master of the Qin family, Qin Yun was one such cultivator…

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Ke Mingye accidentally gained the ability to read identities and soon discovered that his family members were an extremely complex mix. Seemingly ordinary family members each had their own secret identities: —— “Superheroes,” “magical girls,” “ninjas,” “aliens,” “vampires,” “employee of Anomaly Control Bureau ,” “dragonkin,” “diviners”... Day and night, each family member tried their best to keep their secret identity hidden, so they made their days extraordinarily mysterious, behaving as normal as possible in front of anyone. But the identities they desperately concealed were nothing more than a string of data on the player panel to Ke Mingye. Just when Ke Mingye was lamenting that there wasn’t a single normal person in his family, he received a main quest from the game system... —— “Eradicate the Superhumans.” “Eradicate... the superhumans?” Sitting at the dining table, Ke Mingye was stunned for a long time, with his chopsticks in his mouth, as he turned his head to survey the room full of superhumans and thought to himself that this was pretty a “happy” surprise！XD

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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