Ze Tian Ji - Chapter 738 – The Exiled Pope

[Kill level 4 weirdos (characteristic: silent), you can redeem 3000 system points, or the system can be devoured to extract characteristics! 】

Chen Ge listened to the voice in his mind and looked at the wild cat that was killed by his own hands. His expression was a little subtle for a moment.

Returning to the community, looking at the friendly security guard, the system prompt sounded in Shen Ge’s mind again——

【warn! Found a level 5 weirdness (Characteristics: three heads and six arms), detected that the host’s current strength is definitely no match for him, please flee the scene quickly! 】

For a moment, looking at the oranges handed over by the security guard, Shen Ge didn’t know whether he should accept them or not.

The next day, Shen Ge went to the supermarket and bought a box of instant noodles and some snacks.

[The host sneaked into the mysterious and haunted area of ​​Level 6 and collected a large amount of supplies. His courage was astonishing and he was rewarded with 1,000 system points! 】

Shen Ge was about to scan the QR code to pay, but his hands froze in mid-air…

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Xia Tian traversed from Earth to the grand world of Jiuzhou, an expansive realm of immortal cultivation.There, he became a prince of the final imperial dynasty in this world of martial immortals.As the dynasty teetered on the brink of collapse, and his life hung by a thread, fate granted him another crossing.This time, he traversed into the Supreme Primordial Realm, an unparalleled world of ultimate power.What’s more, he became one of the ten crown princes of the Celestial Demon Court.Later, Xia Tian obtained a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi—a primordial essence of the highest order. He presented it to Di Jun, the emperor of the demons and his own father.From that moment, the history of the Primordial Realm took an entirely new course…

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

That day, my head was struck by an unknown object, and after I woke up, I realized that I’m able to, through titles, understand a person’s truest side.