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I Have A Cultivation World

After 6,000 years of development by the immortal sect on Planet Earth, all of the leyline spiritual energy was controlled by the country. They only released enough spiritual energy for the cultivators to breathe. If a cultivator wanted to use the spiritual energy to train themselves, they would have to pay the immortal sect for that. Chen Mobai was a senior high school student at the Fifth High School of the Immortal Sect. He was studying for his entrance exam at the colleges of the immortal sect. His biggest dream was to achieve the Foundation Establishment Realm until he was transmigrated to a cultivation world. “There’s no one here despite how dense the spiritual energy is?” “Wait! Isn’t this the legendary spiritual herb? Are these not extinct here?” “Huh? Is this the method to extract one’s Spiritual Root? Also, isn’t this a divine technique?” “What a powerful cultivator! Please accept me as your disciple!” As his life in the cultivation world continued, his dream changed.

Pure Nine Lotus Lamp · Eastern
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Chapter 310 Nine-Ren Law Body_2

Translator: 549690339

The arrow he shot out did not pose a threat to Gong Wanshan either, as it was easily blocked with Gong Wanshan's silver light veil.

Their gazes locked, once again they began to circulate their spiritual power, ready for another magic duel.

A scream of agony resonated through the air.

Recalling his Flying Sparrow Hairpin, Chen Mobai was slightly surprised. Across him, Zheng Wulyu had only lost an arm at his hand, his head still intact.

Just now, he had split his opponent's black shield with the Golden Jade Axe and had activated the Sword Light once more.

He originally wanted to catch Zheng Wulyu off guard without the Qingyang Fire Seed, yet unexpectedly, the latter had a life-saving artifact that automatically flew out and deflected his Sword Light, saving him from the brink.

"This kid from the Divine Wood Sect has mastered the Sword Light. There's no way I can defeat him."

Dragging his severed arm, Zheng Wulyu flew to Gong Wanshan's side, his face pale with fright as he spoke.