Lu Chuan became a member of the army of time travelers and a disciple of Tongtian Jiaozhu. It happened that the Conferred God Tribulation was approaching. In order to avoid the Conferred God Tribulation,

After obtaining the permission of Tongtian Sect Master, Lu Chuan went out to establish a branch of Jiejiao.

Knowing that Jiejiao was in decline after the Conferred Gods Tribulation, Lu Chuan accepted disciples to continue the Jiejiao bloodline in order to repay the kindness of Master Tongtian.

What Lu Chuan didn't expect was that each of these disciples was extraordinary.

Yang Jian: Even if I have to carry Peach Mountain on my back and drag it across the river mouth with one hand, I, Yang Jian, will still be invincible in the world!

Su Daji: I am the empress and I must suppress all enemies in the world!

Nezha: This dragon... is delicious!

Emperor Xin: Who is claiming to be invincible? Who dares to claim to be undefeated?

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The other saints: "Tongtian, you are so despicable!"

Tongtian Sect Master: ??? What are you doing? I know nothing. I am suing you for defamation. Lawyer, where is my lawyer?

Lin Xuan's journey through time was a hellish beginning, as he became a minor land deity during the newly established Zhou Dynasty. Fortunately, deep within his soul, an ancient scroll, the "Record of Merits," became Lin Xuan's only recourse. "Saving one person earns ten points of merit; exterminating one demon earns a hundred; combing the earth's veins and benefiting the region brings immeasurable merit..." Exchange for fifty years of cultivation: 400 points of merit; ascending to the position of City God: 100,000 points of merit... Looking at the dazzling array of exchanges in the "Record of Merits," Lin Xuan realized: This wasn't a hellish start; this was a clear start! From then on, Lin Xuan transformed himself into the most diligent of Shinto oxen and horses. Within his domain, the weather was favorable, and evil spirits were eradicated. Outside, he saw injustice and earned merit. Lin Xuan quietly saved his "money," silently exchanging it for whatever resources would enhance his power. As time passed, the once insignificant land became a place ruled by...

One thought changes the sea, one dream cleanses the eternity!

Yan Ming is reborn to cover the sky, and becomes the Holy Spirit of Fire in the Holy Cliff of Beidou - the Three-legged Ancient Golden Crow. He

enlightens his mind and nature with the way of dreams, and rises in the era of great contention.

All the strong rise up, and the blood of thousands of people blends. At the end, a crow cries, and the emperor falls.

The ancient golden crow is fully developed, and a period of invincibility begins, covering the sky with a snap of a finger.

Although he has become an emperor with a holy body, he is ultimately no match for the spirit of the sun. !

"The Golden Crow is too strong, and it has taken away the glory that the emperor should have!"

As if it were a reincarnation, many people privately discussed and felt sorry for the holy body.

It is not a good thing for an emperor to be in the same life with Yan Ming, because he is too strong.

"Perhaps, he can be called the strongest holy spirit in history!"

Looking at the fairy bell in front of him, the old emperor of the Immortal Mountain sighed...

Crossing the old golden crow, carrying the fate of the ancient golden crow with the holy body, this is the road of proof that belongs only to Yan Ming!

All things are like dreams and bubbles.

All things in the world are nothing but a cataract in the eyes, a bubble in the water, a mirage in spring, and a dew in the morning, without reality.

And the immortality of thousands of generations is nothing but coming from the stars and returning to the stars.

Countless planes, billions of lives, immortals and mortals compete for a dream, aren't they also the shadows of their own six dusts falling?

Then what is the end of this time and space, the other side of the immortal road, the existence that truly transcends everything?

Changkong Realm, Yuanyang Sea.

A three-no cultivator who died tragically, with two souls, suddenly opened his eyes...

[No female protagonist], [The protagonist only wants to make progress], [Advanced Taoism crushes the backward natives].

(The rating is low because it has just been released, so don’t worry about it)

Bai Lin, a young cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, traveled through time from the prosperous era when True Immortals were as numerous as dogs and Golden Immortals were everywhere, and came to a backward place where the path to immortality was just beginning. He also brought with him all kinds of wonderful methods and his own magical instruments from his previous life.

There are abundant spiritual objects here, but the skills are extremely inferior. Mortals are as humble as grass. Thousands of cultivators have a hard time practicing, and it seems that it will be a long time before they can return to the Nascent Soul stage.

Bai Lin: How can this be possible? In this life, I not only want to become an immortal, but also want everyone to live a good life together!

He took out the method of live grafting and rubbed his spiritual roots with his hands to continue his journey to immortality.

He then took out the magical tool from his previous life and analyzed the path of this world.

Afterwards, he spread the secret technique throughout the East, and everyone lived a good life, and the speed of cultivation increased tenfold.

The price is that they all become talents, signed into slave contracts, and after death they will turn into spirit tablets and become materials.

Later, he relied on his infinite resurrection to cause trouble everywhere, digging here and there, and at the cost of multiple sudden deaths, he stole Tiandao's half-life savings and ran away with the bucket.

While the True Immortals in the upper realms were still worried about having no way forward, Bai Lin had already used the common sense from his previous life to prove that [Tianquan Dongwei Jiangjiewei] and achieved the immortal Golden Immortal.

He used his fruition to create the great Dao. Countless cultivators broke their heads with gold in order to ascend to the throne. Even if they became materials to repair their fruition, they still shouted "Daozu".

Bai Lin was very confused: "I'm treating you like leeks, and you still call me Daozu?"