When the righteous path does not flourish, the evil path flourishes.
In troubled times, rituals and music are ruined, demons, demons, spirits, monsters, and evil things are rampant. The emperor used the people to make elixirs, the Taoists used evil methods to seek immortality, the monks sacrificed their bodies to worship the bone Buddha, and the military strategists and warriors used the blood of slaughtered people to refine the true power.
Liu Feng, a young man, is a refugee. His fate was to die miserably and be fed to Gu, but everything changed because of a Qiyao Buddha bone relic...
Chaos Chaos has just been opened up, and the desolate void welcomes the souls of other worlds.
As the first soul in the world of Khaos, Ryan automatically became the god of spirituality.
However, the power of God comes from divine power, and spiritual existence is insignificant, so the new Ryan is weak.
There was no other way. In order not to be knocked to the ground by the torrent of fate, Ryan had no choice but to rely on himself.
Open up the interface and give birth to a unique spiritual life.
Create a sequence and spread the long steps to ascend to the gods.
Weave a magic web to cover the sky, ocean and earth.
When the dusk bell rings, I hold the throne high and declare to all living beings from the top of the spiritual world:
The world has two sides, the physical and the spiritual.
The material belongs to the gods, and the spiritual belongs to me. This is the truth of all things.
"Wu Song, may I ask if they sell alcohol here?"
When a burly man in ancient costume came to the door of the B&B with a whistle in his hand, Li Yu, who was worried about business, didn't know that his life was about to undergo a magnificent change...
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"Wait a minute, Heroine, do you know who I am?"
"I know, the empress's favorite, the lover of the rebel leader, the young master of a well-known family. With three feet on his feet, you are the one I will kill!"
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A thousand-year-old dynasty will eventually decay, and a century-old family will eventually return to dust.
Just ask, why is immortality possible in this world?
Is it an immortal body that has been tempered for thousands of times, or is it a martial arts will that unites heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world and walked forward with a sword. When he looked back at dusk, he saw that countless geniuses and thousand-year-old monsters had turned into dust, and only one person was left on the road paved with yellow sand.
Princes, generals and ministers are passers-by from heaven and earth.
Traffickers, footmen, and pawns are all reduced to dust.
Really, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow, right and wrong, success and failure turn around in vain.
In the thirty-seventh year of Jianwu, Li Ping'an traveled through the Daqian Dynasty and obtained the treasure of merit. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn...
Demons are rampant and people are suffering. The magic weapon and magic blade shroud the world.
A game modifier on his mobile phone accidentally became a superpower in Lu Sheng's mind.
It also became his only support in this dark and troubled world.
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The white fox cries in mourning, and the living corpse digs into the grave...
In this world, ghosts eat people and demons eat people. The story has just begun.
The new book "I Have a Golden Coffin" has been released!
In the spring of the year 6823 of the New Calendar, Lu Xuan, a federal gangster from Xiacheng District, hid outside the high school classroom, secretly learned a practice technique, and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
On the same day, he returned home and had a dream as always. In the dream, he was in the storage room of the Spring and Autumn Period. The current storage history was named Li Er.
Later, Lu Xuan dreamed that he had become the successor of Shou Zangshi, Confucius' second teacher, Zhang Daoling's senior brother, and the First Emperor's sub-father...
Later, someone dug out a scroll of bamboo slips from the ground, which recorded an incident.
[Lu Xuan, the eighteenth governor of Tibet, stabbed Duke Huan of Qi in his palace with sword energy like a waterfall]
The bamboo slips are like this, and more than that.
The ancestors are quarreling, the years are broken, the rituals are broken, the music is ruined, and the heaven and earth are no longer clear!
He existed in the Spring and Autumn Period, he existed in the Immortal Qin Dynasty, and he existed in the creation of the world.
Born in the present, enlightened in the past, yet another word determines the future!
"I have one wish, that the world be pure!"
Sir, what is cultivating immortality?
Nothing more than promotion.
Upgrading... can I get great freedom?
No, upgrade to the next level and face the great terror.
In this case, why do all living beings cultivate immortality?
The lower ones govern people, the middle ones seek survival, and the upper ones kill the way.
What is Dao Zhan?
The master gently rubbed the boy in green clothes and glanced around the surroundings surrounded by fairy spirit. In the realm that the boy in green clothes couldn't see, this world was filled with vague flesh and blood and evil spirits. The weird roars in his ears were destroying the soul all the time. In the gap in the sky, the external demon poked out its messy and shapeless fingers and claws.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Fu Sheng looked like a god. Looking at the indescribable tens of thousands of immortals above his head, especially the three most terrifying ones in the middle, his head almost exploded.
My name is Zhang Qinghe, the only true cultivator in this damn world of fake immortal cultivators. I carry my coffin...