My Master Knows It All - Chapter 2087 - 447:

I banished the protagonist.

Shit. If only I had transmigrated a short while before.

Lu Jing traveled through the Great Fu and became a young boy from a prominent family who was about to join another clan.

This world is weird and lonely, Lu Jing started as a son-in-law, and he couldn’t go to his wife’s house, and his future was bleak.

But he read the “Book of Changes” thoroughly, and actually opened the [Following Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune] fate!

Everyone lives!

So Lu Jing began to accumulate fate, gain opportunities, and become stronger and stronger.

【Pursuing good luck and avoiding bad luck】: The fiery gold life style, predicting and balancing good and bad luck, doing good things and doing bad things, all have something to gain.

[Human Immortal]: Emperor Ziming, reborn from a drop of blood, immortal and immortal!

[Pose of the Great Emperor]: Emperor Zi’s life style, any cultivation technique can be comprehended at a glance, and any supernatural powers can be discerned at a glance.

[Wrath of a Human]: With a bright yellow life, within seven steps of the enemy, the vitality in the body is greatly improved, and the physical strength is greatly improved.

[Cultivation Wizards]: Ming Huang’s destiny, the speed of martial arts and primordial spirits has been greatly improved.

【Beautiful man】: Orange life, the longer the more beautiful.

This year, there was a drinker in the north who sealed the demon, and it shook the world for 30 years; in the south, there was an old dragon who fell into the mortal world, hoping to reach the gate of heaven again.

This year, Taoists on Taoshan cultivated Buddha all day long; the rebels of Leiyin Temple held a Zen staff and knocked out a town of Ping Ping.

This year, the Master has already entered the gate of heaven, and he has been cultivating literature for forty-eight years in heaven, and his knowledge is not in the world.

It was also this year that Lu Jing became a son-in-law and was worrying about how to cultivate martial arts, refine his soul, and accumulate life skills to survive this cold winter this year.

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The Eldran Continent is a land filled with many races and monsters.Humans are the official rulers, yet they are surrounded by powerful enemies. Fortunately, if a human reaches the age of 18, they might awaken a profession and gain great combat power.Allen Walker was an orphan from the slums, yet he awakened the SSS-rank profession,The Heaven-Cursed.Users of The Heaven-Cursed can only cast Forbidden Spells, but using them costs their own life.No The Heaven-Cursed user in the Eldran Continent has ever lived past 30. But Allen seems to have infinite life.If The Heaven-Cursed costs life? Let's just add one million years to it.And so, a madman no one dared to mess with was born on the continent.A local thug cried, “Boss, I just stole a piece of bread. Wasn't it a small thing? Why use a Forbidden Spell on me?”A Vampire Prince bowed. “Lord Allen, may I have just a drop of your blood? In return, I'll give you my daughter in marriage.”The Dragon Realm pleaded, “My lord, take all the gold in my treasure hoard. Please stop using Forbidden Spells on me!”The Demon King shouted, “Are you crazy? Using Forbidden Spells like that will kill you! You'll die if you keep this up!”...Ten years later, Allen finally turned thirty.All the races of the Eldran Continent threw all-night parties in celebration.A Great Dragon roared, “It's been ten years! Do you know how I survived these ten years? That jerk is finally dead!”The Demon King cheered, “Today, we attack the human world to celebrate!”The Light Pope laughed, “Now, who dares to defy me?”Just as all the races became reckless and thought nothing was off-limits, they froze in terror. Allen was still alive.Thirty more years passed, and Allen was still alive.Three hundred years later, Allen used his Forbidden Spells like basic attacks.Three thousand years later, the continent was unified, and all races paid their respects.The Demon King knelt respectfully on the ground and asked the question on everyone's mind,“My Lord, are you truly immortal?”

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