[A slapping, heartwarming story, scumbag abuse, and a sworn enemy transformed into a sister] After being murdered by a vicious female enemy in her previous life, Wen Ruxin was reborn as a newborn baby girl. She initially hoped to cultivate peacefully so she could return for revenge, but her sister was restless and had been plotting to take her life from the moment she was born.

So, Wen Ruxin embarked on a daily regimen of beating her sister, cultivating again, and then beating her sister to accelerate her cultivation.

But she never imagined that her scumbag father, who had been missing for so long, would use her and her sisters' spiritual roots to give to his mistress. To do so, he murdered their mother and forcibly seized their spiritual roots. Could she

tolerate this?

Of course not!

She allowed her father to be attacked by the formation, causing his cultivation to regress step by step, with his injuries failing to heal.

She had assumed that only by strengthening her cultivation could she destroy the scumbag father.

After waking up, he found himself transported back to the Conferred Gods, where he became King Zhou, who would eventually burn himself to death. Inside the Nine-Room Hall, Qin Yun felt as though the person he had traveled to wasn't right, and the time he traveled to wasn't right either. He wore a black, long-sleeved royal robe, embroidered with a black bird pattern in gold thread. Someone in the hall shouted, "Your servant, Shang Rong..."

The world is abnormal as a demon

The spirit of the thing is the essence

Lingering soul is tricky

Strange things

Sili Xiaoli, formerly known as Crouching Tiger, was set up by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to treat witchcraft and catch traitors.

Resurrection of spiritual energy and mystery on a global scale, human beings are groping and embarking on the path of spiritual practice. The ghosts and ghosts hidden in the legends emerge one by one. There are still countless demons shaking in the shadows. It is a museum that no one cares about. The tiger waist card made Wei Yuan the last lieutenant of the present day, and took him to many strange things throughout the ages.

The strange things of ancient and modern times, the son does not talk about strange powers, but does not speak or listen to it.

Cut it temporarily.

An eight-faced Han sword, cut all the sprites.

Life and death are determined, and the way of heaven is deliberate.

When Wei Yuan was finally able to lie down on a wooden chair and squint in the sun in the peaceful years, countless demons and ghosts had been sealed in the museum behind him.

This book is also known as: *Wang Yu Transmigrates into a Book and Becomes the Dao Ancestor*. Without the Heavenly Bottle, can Han Li not cultivate immortality? Without any other cheat codes, can Han Li, with his pseudo-spiritual root, create miracles and rise to power? A true mortal-centric story. A different plot awaits discovery.

Holding a cicada in your hand doesn't necessarily mean holding the whole summer; holding a sword, however, means holding onto the world of martial arts.

Holding a three-foot-long sword.

Dream of becoming a sword god revered by thousands, and be an invincible sword immortal.

Sever the pagoda of the sect leader and knock off His Majesty the Emperor's crown.

He laughed loudly: "The eight kings of zither, lute, pipa, and lute, the four little devils of demons and monsters, fight alone with a single sword, and can be taken down with a single hand."

I have one sword that can cleave heaven and earth, I have two swords that can cleave the sun, moon, and stars, I have three swords that can cleave the nine heavens and ten earths... I have nine swords that can cleave through countless reincarnations. You, will you accept my sword?

A young man from a small village by the river accidentally discovered the path to becoming an immortal.

In pursuit of the illusory immortality, he did not hesitate to leave his family and friends.

From then on, he was alone, determined to move towards the end of the path of cultivation.

The road to immortality is long, and even if the road ahead is endless, he will never regret his original choice.

Mortal Flow, Steady, Qi Training, Foundation Building, Dan Formation, Yuanying

In the song of the Sun Prayer, under the wail of the evil spirits of the Styx, under the eyes of the starry sky, how to choose the fate of the apostle, nightmares are always peeping at the earth, the sky has fallen, I am sinking into hell, and I can’t see my traces. , I abandoned the meaning of life and found the essence of "makeup artist" in this nihilistic world.

Seventeen sequences, one hundred and thirty-six professions, one hundred and thirty-six kinds of magic potions.

Dragons, sirens, werewolves, monsters, evil spirits, gods, mechanical blueprints, sea trains.

This is a legendary road.

In the age of fighting spirits, as long as people are in harmony with the heroic spirits, they can contract the heroic spirits from other worlds to fight for them.

Jiang He traveled through time and could not contract any heroic spirits, but he awakened the [Book of Heroic Souls].

With the Book of Heroic Souls, he can travel to the world of heroic spirits, inscribe lines of myths and legends based on his own experiences, and create an invincible heroic spirit!

He once slayed a dragon at Caishikou, and the dragon's blood was like rain - [Dragon-Slaying True Monarch]

I also drank with the immortals, drinking up the river in one gulp - [The Immortal in Wine]

He once wiped out all the demons in the world with a single sword - [Demon Swordsman]

I also used my bow like the full moon to shoot down the gods and Buddhas all over the sky - [The Demon of the End of Dharma]

[God of Death], [Sirius God of War], [Human Emperor], [Ancient Sun-Swallowing Demon], [Buddha of the Past], [The Immortal among Immortals]...

While the young man was still worrying about his first heroic soul, Jiang He looked at the thick book of heroic souls and looked equally sad.

"There are so many heroic vests, which one should I use next time?"