My Cultivation of Immortality Was Too Steady, and I Was Buried at the Grave

My Cultivation of Immortality Was Too Steady, and I Was Buried at the Grave

by Nine Falls Three Thousand Feet

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167Kwords35chapters
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Ch. 35It Echoes for Seven Days, and the Rune Bones Are Strings
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Traveling through time to become cannon fodder at the bottom of the immortal world? Li Yan is about to die in a mass grave at the beginning, and he likes to mention a strange golden finger - [Funeral Heavenly Official System (Fake)]! Professional burial, part-time body touch, the reward is a weird "talisman"? When burying Jie Xiu, he likes to use the "mud-level" breathing skills; when he helps bury the patriarch of a down-and-out family, he gets the "talisman master's enlightenment" at the cost of burning his lifespan! From then on, a strange thing emerged in the world of immortality: while others killed people and took treasures, he specialized in burying people and picking up leaks; while others retreated in caves, he held meetings on the graves to build infrastructure. Qi-refining minor Li Yan's life creed is only the eight-character mantra: "Only when you are alive can you have output!" Until he was forced to take in the remnants of the Li family - the stubborn concubine who made talismans like cheating, the gloomy cousin whose eyes could kill people, and what was even more outrageous was that a starving dragon princess was dug out of the mine, holding his magic weapon and chewing it happily! When the noble dragon girl, the crazy allies and the "steady leader" were forced to form a team, and there were endless tricks to scare the enemy by dancing on the grave, Li Yancai was shocked: the broken bronze mirror stained with blood in his hand was actually involved in the secret of the annihilation of the ancient heaven; and the so-called "talisman species" had long been marked by the mastermind behind the scenes, "Zhenjun Lu Shui"... This immortal is as steady as an old dog and as sluggish as a crazy dog! Let's see how professional mourners bury a bloody path in the dark fairyland where "spiritual energy is poisonous and life is like grass and grass"!

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