The First Order - Chapter 940 - Aroma-tactic

Do you know how this world ends?

In a world where the strong rule, Ben is mistreated and humiliated. What happens when someone weak has the opportunity to gain power by doing bad deeds?(Revenge, action,sexo, violence)

Lu Yuan crossed into the world of immortal cultivation and obtained [Skill Panel]. He was well aware of the level of danger in the world of immortal cultivation.

[Sword-ridden skill reaches LV.10. Please choose the direction of advancement…]

[Obtained advanced skill – Ride the Wind Royal Sword Technique: Double the speed of Royal Sword]

[Reaching LV.10 in Breath Convergence Technique, please choose the direction of advancement…]

[Obtained advanced skill – Aether Turtle Breath Concealment Technique: Double the effect of breath concealment]

[Disguise skill reached LV.10. Please choose the direction of advancement…]

[Obtain advanced skill – Disguise: Adjust your face muscles to achieve a perfect disguise effect]

The so-called immortal cultivation was to see who lived longer!

Killing the enemy was not something to brag about, but living was.

Running fast, being good at hiding, looking ordinary… were the posture of the immortal emperor!

Lu Yuan: I came to the immortal cultivation world only to do three things. Live long, live long, and live a godda*n long life.

“Only those who are alive… are worthy of cultivating.”

“What, you talk to me about ghost immortals? A bunch of evil b*stards. Get out of here!”

Steady immortal cultivation: afraid to die, so I maximized my defensive abilities.

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