[The Way of the Going Away] [The Way of the Growing Up] [The Protagonist Lao Liu] Fire Phoenix Spirit, the strongest beast spirit. There are various spirits in Douluo Continent. The Clear Sky Hammer is known as the best weapon spirit in the world, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is known as the best auxiliary spirit in the world. As for the best beast spirit in the world, the public generally believes that it is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex spirit. Wang Xiaofei said that my Fire Phoenix is ​​far superior to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex. Watch Wang Xiaofei gradually become famous from a commoner. Watch how the Fire Phoenix burns the sky and boils the sea. This article is a development article, without a clear bias. The protagonist looks at all the characters in Douluo Continent from his own standpoint, and does not abuse the third character, nor does he follow the third character.

The strength of a martial soul is not innate, but depends on your understanding of it.

Blue silver grass, although inherently weak, has the strongest plasticity.

Thousands of evolutionary directions, thousands of evolutionary routes.

Mimicry training, to form blue silver grass with different evolutionary routes, to feel its feelings, to understand its understanding, to evolve its evolution.

"Copy, copy, adapt, and take all the excellent characteristics into your hands."

"Become the best of the immortal grass, and become the strongest among all martial souls."

Moreover, heaven and earth are the furnace, and nature is the craftsman; yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper!

Nature and nature are the work of gods and spirits, and they follow the great principles.

The metaphysical is called Tao, and the physical is called Qi. Qi is the object of Tao, and it is entrusted to the heart.

Those who get the best will be divine and live long, those who get the middle will achieve success in Taoism, and those who get the worst will have strange skills and tricks.

A striking man of mysterious origin and peerless talent, he looks back at the world, in all its entirety, with utter disdain. And yet, in the treacherous and unpredictable ultimate formation of the Boundless Secular World, he guards a breathtaking ancient qin with broken strings, waiting silently for the destined one to arrive!

A boy encounters him, and knows for the first time that the world beneath the Heavens is a fickle place. Not even demons, devils, ghosts and monsters can match the frivolity of human nature!

A slender physique, and jade-like beauty, but the sword that strikes between heaven and earth is not unlike a streaming rainbow!

The vastness of the starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires! Greed, anger and ignorance! The teachings of Buddha will grant you boundless strength!

A sea of blood will come, at the cost of all mortal beings full of honest hope!

The ghosts wail as the gods roar, but the sea of blood has no end!

Where, pray tell, is the path I should take?

Since there is no path, no matter how bitter and bloody the sea, even if my boat is made out of bones, I will soar to the heavens above!

The Taoist family of Baiyun Huanghe, a zither, a sword and a cup of tea.

The feathered clothes are often smoky, not stained by the peach and plum blossoms of the world.

You always laugh in the world, why do you travel around the world?

After suffering all the hardships, you correct the way, not stained by the peach and plum blossoms of the world.

The mountain is not high, but it is famous for the immortals; the water is not deep, but it is magical for the dragons. With the spiritual field in hand, I have the immortal grass!!

Cultivating immortals and planting crops, the joy is endless!!

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Wen Neng can bring peace to the world with his pen, and Wan Neng can ride horses to determine the world.

None of this has anything to do with Li Chuyi

He is just a fat guy who wants to follow his unscrupulous master to do religious work to earn money, eat, drink and have some land.

Even the biggest motivation for practicing cultivation is just the useless reason of flying in the sky and walking less.

But sometimes, even if you hide aside, fate will find you and pull you onto a road of no return that you don’t want to take.

Disasters have arisen in the three realms, and fate has been in chaos. Follow Li Chuyi on the road to chaos.

The world is so vast that no one can understand it. All kinds of strange things happen in the world, and countless myths and legends are spread endlessly. The world believes that there are countless ghosts under the Nine Netherworld.

Above, is the abode of immortals and gods.

So, do the illusory immortality and the legendary gods really exist?

How has the way of cultivating immortals been changed? What will the pattern of the spiritual practice world look like?

Next, let us witness the miraculous moment together...

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

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He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.