Three Realms were in chaos, invaded by demons. Sun Wukong, Zhu Wuneng, Sha Wujing and other disciples turned evil, some died, and both the Western Buddhist world and the entire heaven and hell were invaded by the power of the foreign demons, and all the gods and Buddhas were destroyed. Only Tang Ku, who had traveled through time and space as Tang Sanzang, was left, looking at the little white dragon in the Hualong Pool, which had turned into a pile of bones, with tears in his eyes, speechless and choking! "My pair of iron fists can wipe out all the evil monsters, but my disciples, how can I save you?" Tang Ku sighed helplessly to the world!

Who knocked over the glass cup and poured it over and whose sleepless night was soaked? Who made the bow and piano messing around and disturbed Wulanyue on the river? Some are galloping in the huge mountains, some are crisscrossing between the north and south of the Traledi Mountains, and some are wandering on the edge of life and death to torture themselves about the mystery of time and space. This story is put into paper and pen, but it is just a matter of giving time to the sky, hoping that the years will be different.

[No heroine][Undead][Power][Struggle][Funny] [Farming style][Possibly with group portraits, but unlikely with group portraits]

As soon as the Skeleton King entered the tavern, he attracted everyone's attention.

Someone shouted: "Yohoo! Your Majesty, where did you get rich?"

The Skeleton King did not answer, but just gently put his hat down, took out three copper coins, and said: "Old rules, waiter, two...Pah, 0.2 taels of dark elements..."

When everyone heard this, they felt even poorer, so they laughed and said: "I heard that Your Majesty wants to challenge the Church! Is this true or false?"

The Skeleton King opened his eyes wide: "Can our undead affairs be called fighting? We ask the older generation to educate the young people who have only been in the country for a few hundred years!" Then there were difficult to understand words, such as "bullying the weak with the big" and "respecting the old and loving the young", which made everyone laugh.

The Skeleton King knew he couldn't win the argument, so he took his 0.2 tael of wine and started muttering in a low voice: "This is outrageous! How can citizens mock their king? This is outrageous..." After hearing this, everyone laughed, and the air in the hotel was suddenly filled with joy again.

Traveling from the Ming Dynasty to the year 2000, in this life, Ding Xiu can only change his way of living.

Director: I heard that you are very good at fighting. I have a scene with you that is very difficult.

Ding Xiu: Just add more money.

Director: Actually, I just want to buy insurance from you, and I may not necessarily use it.

Ding Xiu: I don’t care about that. If you ask for it, I will give you money, even if you lose a penny...

This story begins in 2013. Mobile internet was booming, and everything familiar was undergoing rapid change. New trends emerged, challenging the traditional values of an ancient nation. It was a year of turmoil and prosperity. Some said it was a time of declining moral principles and a decline in moral values, perhaps the worst of times. Others said it was a year of vibrant energy, simplified government, and clean laws, perhaps the best of times...

[Note: The content of this novel is purely fictional]

At the end of the magically altered nineteenth century, Zhou Qingfeng led the Japanese people to revolt; gave the Russians wholesale cuckolds; sent African immigrants to France; sent the Turks to Germany; sent Indian divine oil to the British; and erected the flag of secession in the United States.

"I've only done a little, insignificant thing, thank you all."

The world is a vast ocean of nothingness. The world is a tiny speck of dust in the ocean.

Above the heavens, the abyss looms, beneath the dark moon, heretics gaze. Ancient beings forge ahead, illuminating the path of ascension with the candlelight of civilization. Martial arts, remnants of the mind, and the commandments; natural disasters, immortal insects, and truth... The world is full of dangers, but it also holds equal opportunities and fortuitous encounters.

Chu Hengkong stepped into the Endless Dust Island. He had no intention of becoming a god, but only wanted to dominate himself in the troubled times.

——He wants to use his tentacles to strangle fate by the throat!

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A secret hidden deep in the heart, a game called the Great Turtle Shell Technique, nine mysterious and strange dice, the heir to the bloodline of God, the mission of rebuilding the Gods... Faced with all this suddenness, what choice will the young man punished by God make?

Remember the Holy Necromancer Ilex from "Throne of Seal of Gods," the man who said, "I hold the sun and moon in my hands and pluck the stars. There's no one like me in the world"? The Great Turtle Shell Technique he desperately sought has finally arrived!

Even in "Douluo Continent II: Unrivaled Tang Sect," the divine power he yearned for before his death is about to be revealed. Even gods cannot escape the effects of the Great Turtle Shell Technique!

A young man with extraordinary skills failed to pass the selection to embark on the path of a cultivator. Just when he adjusted his mentality and accepted this fact, several mysterious dice suddenly appeared. He suddenly possessed magical powers and was given the mission of rebuilding the Gods. The boy's life changed from then on.

Originally a small clerk, I stumbled upon an immortal transcending a tribulation, and was dragged back to the Warring States Period. To survive, I resorted to modern technology, experiencing major historical events. It's impossible to revisit the original history, but to adhere to the records in the history books, I deliberately concealed many things. A chance encounter with a secret manual gradually transformed me into a cultivator. Over the course of millennia, I encountered beauties of all kinds, but without a breakthrough in my cultivation, I vanished into the dust of history...