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I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled. His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it. A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!” On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster. He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining. He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet. He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun. … For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them. Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.”

Xia Junji · ตะวันออก
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Chapter 662: All the People in the World Can Be Killed! Demon Control and Demon Suppression

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"Primordial King Zhou Dao!?"

In the Void, the immense hand formed by boundless magical power seemed to have anticipated the arrival of this formidable enemy.

Green Willow Villa was trembling on the verge of collapse, like a fragile boat amid raging waves, ready to be annihilated at any moment.

The sky-reaching hand abruptly halted, surprisingly not fleeing, as if it were waiting for Zhou Dao.

"Impressive courage."

With a light shout from Zhou Dao, the fabric of the void fragmented, chaotic streams swirled, turning into a faint glimmer that traced bizarre patterns within Qiankun, as if splitting Yin and Yang, with a vast sword intent soaring into the sky, threatening to tear the canopy of the Sky apart.

"Mayfly Swords!?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes focused sharply, recognizing Zhou Dao's signature move—a peerless sword skill left by the Previous Generation Yuan King, known as the crown of the present age.