Yang Mu, a gifted martial artist, achieved the Dark Power at the age of seventeen. Hoping to break through to the Transformation Power(HuaJin), he entered a life-or-death duel. Under the pressure of the clash, he achieved the breakthrough and, hoping to seize the victory, was smitten by his opponent, ultimately succumbing to his fate.

Presumably destined for death, Yang Mu unexpectedly found himself reborn as a baby, raised in the care of a white ape in an uninhabited valley.

Through diligent practice, Yang Mu achieved the Transformation Power at the age of eleven. As he was about to seek revenge on the perpetrators of the poison, he accidentally killed a strange bird. Seeing a yellow halo rising from the bird's corpse, he exclaimed, "No, this is Douluo Continent?"

(Dragon King Legend Fanfiction)

Good news: Time traveled!

Bad news: It's Douluo Continent!

Even better news: there is a hook!

enemy flow]

This is a story about a time traveler who gradually becomes the strongest.

【Dragon King Legend Fanfiction】 【Travel】 【Genius Flow】 【No

Qin Mo traveled through time.

But he traveled through time, so what!

Why did he travel to Douluo Continent, a world known as the fantasy floor tile!

Fortunately, he was born with a golden finger.

But what is the use of a golden finger that takes a year to collect the origin and is only enough to temporarily improve the luck for one day?

Can you give me an instruction manual? . .

==========

Absorb the origin of the world!

Build the attribute panel!

Set the Douluo Continent!

Reflect the planes and heavens!

A science student from Earth: Zhou Qing, who traveled through the soul of Douluo and came to the Holy Soul Village -

he is the same age as Tang San, grew up eating at hundreds of families, and has personally tried to find out what Tang San in this real world is like.

Then he found out -

a little loyal!

A little stubborn!

A little lacking in love!

A little bit of helping relatives and not helping others!

If it is an enemy, it is really a bit troublesome~

"Brother Qing, why do you look so wretched?" Tang San asked innocently.

"Just thinking about a question."

"What question?" Tang San blinked curiously, wanting to find out.

Question 1:

"How can a 100,000-year-old soft-bone rabbit be cooked to be delicious?"

"???"

Question 2:

"If I have the heart, can I cover the sky with one hand?"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Qing shouted "Long", and his ten-thousand-foot body, carrying Douluo, smashed into the God Realm!

Tang San: "???"

Ten thousand years have passed in a flash, and the Douluo Continent is once again in turmoil!

The grievances and disputes among the four major forces, the resurgence of the remnants of the Holy Spirit, the covetous eyes of the abyss plane...

The ultimate battle, the final battle is about to begin.

A silver mask appeared on the face, reflecting thousands of faces; a twelve-winged angel rose behind him, and glory filled the world.

This world's chaos will end!

Seeking support, collection, recommendation, follow-up reading, and investment.

As soon as I crossed over, I saw two groups of hydrogen people approaching me quickly, saying something

"We are late, and brother Yuhao seems to have been attacked. These soul beasts are getting more and more arrogant, and they have already left the Xingdou Great Forest!"

Me: ? ? ?

So weird, take another look.

Oh, I am also a hydrogen person, then it's okay.

The Eye of Truth deconstructs the world, knowledge is power.

The so-called god is just a person who possesses powerful power.

Those who possess power may not necessarily have knowledge.

But those who possess knowledge can definitely control power.

A spirit awakening made Ma Hongjun realize a different side of himself. Gazing at the dancing figure before him, Ma Hongjun roared, "A phoenix can be holy, it can be dark, but it cannot, and should not, be vile." Years later, during the War of the Gods, Ma Hongjun, standing on a phoenix, a sea of fire shrouding him, said to the people before him, "Tang San, Bibi Dong, for the sake of our past friendship, I will only say this once: surrender or die."

Good news: One is divided into seven, and they traveled through time at the same time. Bad news: They all traveled through time to Douluo Continent. Seven bodies, seven identities. Different martial spirits, interpreting different paths. Stone monkey martial spirit, head and arms twin martial spirits, eye martial spirit, iron rod martial spirit, armor martial spirit, seal martial spirit, cloud martial spirit. Disembodied martial spirit, monkey jumping out of the stone; big head and abnormally strong arms; iron rod with golden hoops on both ends... The seven martial spirits naturally formed the legendary image. When the seven bodies gathered together, seven into one, and the martial spirits merged, the name Qi Tian resounded throughout the continent! ... Yu Xiaogang: "Damn it, he is obviously a waste disembodied martial spirit with only one level of innate soul power, why can he break through to level 30?" Tang San looked at the blue silver grass and Clear Sky Hammer in his left and right hands, fell into self-doubt, and a voice rang in his mind..

Li Fei, the UP master who complained about the negative IQ per capita in Douluo, was reincarnated in Douluo Continent and awakened his true martial spirit.

Without a golden finger, Li Fei could only rely on his own knowledge of the plot and theory of this world. Coupled with the imagination of netizens in his previous life, Li Fei began to show his prominence in the Douluo world, discovered the soul core condensation method, created the Noumenon Sect, and established the Soul Sect in the Douluo world. Create a Qi and blood cultivation method based on strength.

Step by step, he reached the pinnacle of Douluo Continent, and finally became a god at level 100.

Don't follow the group, don't lick Tang San

Feng Yao travels across the Douluo Continent and awakens his twin martial spirits—

in his left hand, the Fuxi Qin breaks all the Tang Sect's hidden weapons with its sound;

in his right hand, the Bagua plate deduces the formation, which can resist thousands of troops!

"Tang San, your hidden weapon is not as good as a song I play!"

"Soul masters are not slaves of gods, and the world is not controlled by heaven!"

When gods overlook the world and decide human affairs at will—Feng Yao plays music and sets off a revolution!

Zhuge's divine crossbow explodes due to the resonance of the sound of the Qin, and Tang San kneels down and spits blood: "My hidden weapon... How is it possible?!"

Using the sound of the Qin as his ears, he deduces the Bagua and walks out of the path of a soul master who is exclusively a musical martial spirit.

With the formation, the power of faith of the continent is gathered to cut off the passage to the God Realm. The Shura God roars and annihilates: "This child should be killed!!!"

"The hidden weapon is returned to the factory for repair, and the God Realm is closed for visitors."

"This song, I will sing for the creatures of the continent...