My hands are itchy and I am asking for support for the new book. I am coding carefully. This is the only thing I can do.
Lord of the Sky Island of the Doomsday God's Throne
Every fortune-telling has gold, but after the emergence of Heavenly Dao, Chen Banxian found that something was wrong with his gold.
Looking at the woman dragging the fox's tail away, he opened the hexagram money she paid.
"Ding, get one of the nine tails, and the number of lives +1."
It was obviously a red note, but after picking it up, it turned into——
"Ding, get the passive skill, I won't listen if you don't listen."
Chen Banxian:? ? ?
"Gan, you won't be able to make any money from this business anymore!"
Regular version: One hundred thousand years ago, the way of heaven suddenly collapsed, and the nine heavens and ten earths entered the era of difficulty. There was no longer a heavenly emperor in the world.
Thousands of years later, a mysterious young man who talked like crazy, dressed in white and wielding a sword, walked out of the deserted land with a black crow, and became famous all over the world.
Pretentious version: The law of heaven collapses, eternal chaos occurs, the world is in turmoil when a young man is born; the white clothes are old, the heart remains unchanged, and the world is turned upside down in a single thought!
Aliens appear, all races are afraid, one person and one sword suppress the sky; reincarnation begins, hell returns, and the true name is praised on the road to eternal life!
I am the driver of the last midnight bus on route 14. I have to go to Shan'ao Village every night at 12 o'clock. Eight veteran drivers had accidents with this bus, either died or became disabled and mentally ill. Now I am the ninth driver, and all the stories start from here.
Main characters: Su Ren, Bai Xian,
I saved a little white snake in the mountains, but I never thought that in the middle of the night...
Where is my sect? Where did you take my sect?
Alien, I'm not done with you!
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I, Chu Yao, have been cultivating Taoism for three hundred years, and finally managed to become a Nascent Soul Elder. I had not enjoyed a few days of peace when I was suddenly captured by an extraterrestrial spaceship!
The cave is gone, and so is the cultivation base. Other people who are cultivating immortals use their swords to fly in the sky to level the world, but for me, it has become like driving screws for aliens. Isn’t this style of painting not right?
That's all, the whole family is in order anyway, they just moved to another place to work.
Gold will always shine, at worst it will come again in another three hundred years!
Immortals need to be cultivated, money needs to be made, and technology needs to be grasped.
The spaceship in the left hand and the pistol in the right hand, industrial traffic is booming!
The entire sect has flexible employment, with the head engaging in real estate, the Dharma protector engaging in business, and even the Supreme Elder delivering goods live online:
"Old fellows, today I will perform a transformation of a god to overcome a tribulation. If you like it, please give it a follow."
Let's see how she keeps a low profile, gathers strength, and plays with the stars.
Interstellar pirates raid, alliances crumble, and a dark matter called black gold suddenly appears. Its highly radioactive and destructive power threatens all of humanity. Simultaneously, alien species frequently create crises, and large-scale mutations occur in humans, with black gold becoming the first suspect. Evolution or purification? Humanity faces its greatest existential crisis and dilemma since entering the interstellar age...