Blind Box Cultivation, a Full-level Large Number is Randomly Chosen Every Year

Name: Blind Box Cultivation, a Full-level Large Number is Randomly Chosen Every Year
Author: Carp

by Carp

ongoing Xuanhuan Eastern Fantasy Male Lead

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7Kwords3chapters

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Ch. 3 — Take the Dog to Touch the Corpse, the Knife Will Be Sharp and Crisp

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About This Novel

Ning Yuan traveled through the world of cultivators and became a lazy cultivator who just wanted to drink tea and bask in the sun every day, and was bound to the [yearly update system]! The cultivation level is randomly reset every year, but you will definitely get an extreme full-level skill! [In the first year, random cultivation level: third level of Qi refining! Random skill: peerless array mage! [You used three stones and a rotten branch to suddenly realize the ultimate killing formation, the Nine-Heaven Nirvana Formation! [The second year, random cultivation: no spiritual power! Random skills: Full level speaking skills (limited time)! [You sighed and said, "Please close your eyes when it's dark." You suddenly realized the law of speech and spirit, and millions of demonic troops were instantly wiped out! [In the third year, random cultivation: ordinary people! Random skill: God-level purification of all things! [Throwing the broken copper and scrap iron into the pot and boiling it, I suddenly realized the truth of the great way and refined the ultimate emperor's weapon! ... Leader of the Black Tiger Gang: "He clearly only has the third level of Qi Refining, so why has the entire town turned into his killing array?!" Holy Land Saint: "Mr. Ning is as gentle as jade, but with the gentlest tone, he destroyed a sect with a snap of his fingers..." Wangcai: "Woof!" (The master is pretending to be a mortal fishing again. The fairy sword just clicked. Is there any more?) "This tea is good, but it's a pity that you are going to die soon and you won't be able to taste it." Looking at the powerful enemy being wiped out in the formation, Ning Yuan wore a green shirt, smiled warmly, turned over on the wicker chair, and continued to enjoy the sunshine.