Liulichang Street Sweeping → Secret Realm at the Bottom of Cuihu Mountain → Immortal Hidden Under the Wuyun Mountain Cave → Secret Realm of Tiankeng → Adventure in Gaoligong Mountain → Treasure Hidden by Caravans → Japanese Treasures → Adventure at Marriage Ao → Relics of the Dian Dynasty... Famous treasure hunting scenes unfold one by one! One is more exciting than the other! Not routine!
Dear book lovers, if you want to read traditional fantasy novels, I have two books that I can introduce to you. These two authors have sophisticated writing skills and rich storylines. You will definitely feel that your trip is worthwhile.
In traditional fantasy, the protagonist has no system and is not reborn. He relies on talent, hard work, and practice step by step. He can still reach the top by stepping on all kinds of extraterrestrial demons.
The scene of Han Xiaoli moving a stool and waiting for his girlfriend at the door is a bit different from the image of the bearded man controlling the surge and impact of the huge Lihuo Sword above his head!
Fantasy + war + iron blood, you accidentally travel into the book and become the chosen one, shouldering a heavy responsibility. The material is novel, the language is vivid and funny, and the relaxed and humorous storyline is revealed between the lines.
Do you really think "Zongdong Tianjing" was named randomly? In fact, it really exists in the Nine Heavens of Taoism, which is called the Heaven of Desire. There is also the heaven of faith, the heaven of war, and the heaven of justice. . . Until the crystal primeval heaven of the ninth heaven of saints. The protagonist Hua Xizi flew to the sky of desire by mistake, took revenge and restarted the Heavenly Sword, starting the journey of cultivating the magical Heavenly Sword to slay demons and slay immortals in the world of Zongdong Heaven, the nine heavenly clans in six star regions, 12 heavenly palaces, and 72 spiritual mountains. The devil blocks and destroys the devil, and the god blocks and hurts the god. The realm of dual cultivation of swordsmanship, immortality and Taoism can reach the supreme realm. Why is the Heavenly Sea Mountain Palace missing? Because mortal eyes cannot see extradimensional space. Do mortals who practice immortality really become immortals? No, those are just ordinary Celestials in the Heaven of Desire. . . In this mortal world, how many people can have no desires? Who dares to say that he doesn't have any grudges or hurts? The great god said: "It looks like platinum." I can't sleep at night, this is just a cute new work that has no ratings yet. No one reads it. . .
The long-term foreshadowing of the Bone Ship Demon Lord runs through most of the plot, and the setting of a three-thousand-year-old acquaintance is gradually revealed, and the suspense is advanced layer by layer without any delay.
Fellow Taoist, please stay. This book perfectly meets your requirements. It is a dull foreshadowing in the early stage, but becomes more and more interesting as you read later. I have been a bookworm for 20 years. I have read more than 600 books on Tomato alone. The old bookworm with more than 3,000 hours recommends: This traditional fantasy time travel novel is unsystematic and not brain-dead. If you like it, read it with me. Please urge me for more updates.
Traditional fantasy x oriental fantasy, no system, no time travel, no wisdom, no virgin, an imaginary background, and the plot development is thought-provoking. This article is very logical! It's really super pretty! !
Zu Xia + Yin Shang + Tian Zhou + Xian Qin + Shen Han + Sheng Tang + Dao Song + Mo Yuan + Huang Ming + Yao Qing + Heavenly Struggle for Hegemony + Luck Dynasty + Immortal Qin Empire The first new work of Wang Yu: Qi refining, foundation building, Zifu, golden elixir, Yuanying, transforming gods, refining the void, integration, Mahayana, orthodox cultivation of immortality. The second book is about ordinary people cultivating immortality. It is not brainless, does not use wisdom, and starts slowly. The third book is about establishing the Immortal Qin Empire in the world of cultivating immortals and letting the glory of Immortal Qin shine in all the worlds. Lian underground palace
This is a good-looking traditional fantasy, Tomato's new book this year. The whole story slowly brings people in step by step. The more you read, the more you like it and the more you are attracted. The author's update speed is unparalleled on the platform, so hurry up and get involved!
This book is well written and is a rare masterpiece of fantasy. "The God-Burying Knife" - Is this more than just a book? It is clearly the thunder that crushes and recasts fate! Jiang Han, a waste who was trampled into the mud by a noble family, awakened his heaven-defying bloodline because of the tripod-shaped jade pendant left by his mother! Do you think he just kills demons? Wrong! What he cuts is destiny, and what he cuts is reincarnation! When the bloodlines of twenty-seven ancient monster beasts gathered together, when a grassroots boy counterattacked and became the leader of all races, did the gods who once trampled him under their feet ever expect that ants could also gnaw the sky? The pleasure of drinking blood with the blade, the madness of changing one's fate against the will of heaven - do you dare to go to this apocalyptic feast with Jiang Han, where gods and demons are both rotten dogs? !
The traditional literature on cultivating immortals, refining Qi, building foundations, golden elixirs... To overcome tribulations and ascend to the heavens, emphasizes "no system". Wang Feng, a young man from a mountain village who was born in the 21st century, accidentally fell into a time and space trap when he went out hunting. He obtained three volumes of the Book of Heaven and traveled through the world of cultivation physically. Let's take a look at how he climbed from a humble person to the pinnacle of immortality step by step in this world of cultivation, which is filled with traps every step of the way!
An unexpected encounter, an inadvertent glance, and your heart is suddenly stolen in an instant. The news that Sun Wukong betrayed the Kingdom of God for Zixia and fought against Heaven spread rapidly throughout the spiritual world, shocking all sentient beings. Everyone has different opinions and is scrambling to analyze it. In the hearts of most sentient beings in the spiritual world, Sun Wukong is not only a warrior, but a spirit, a spirit that resists authority for love and freedom. This spirit ignites their hope of longing for beauty, standing up bravely, and looking forward to redemption.
Recommended new book: "The Calamity Furnace", respect~ Oriental Fantasy Brain Fantasy #Don't Follow the Old Routine #Robbery Xiuliu Introduction: Cultivation means borrowing debt from the way of heaven, and overcoming calamity means repaying the debt; and there is a furnace in his body, which specializes in cultivating all calamities in the world. In the nine realms of the world, all things need to "borrow the power of heaven" to practice. Every time you break through a major realm, it is equivalent to signing a "debt" to Heaven. When the debt period comes, a disaster will come: if you can carry it over, the debt will be cleared and the state will be solid; if you cannot carry it over, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. Therefore, what monks in the world fear most is not powerful enemies, but calamity. There is not one person out of a hundred who successfully overcomes the tribulation. Every city and every sect has people who specialize in dealing with the funeral affairs of those who fail in the tribulation: the undertakers. They are the people at the bottom of the spiritual world. They deal with corpses after calamities all the time. Their bodies are stained with the smell of calamity ashes that cannot be washed away, and are considered unlucky. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing crazily along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of qi. The sea of qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity aura remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace, turning into a ray of extremely pure power, overflowing from the furnace and slowly flowing into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson calamity energy was refined, the flames of the calamity furnace returned to calm, and Shen Du collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water.
I recommend my own traditional fantasy novel, which is neither systematic nor time-travelling, passionate but not brainless, chivalrous and affectionate, humorous and reversal. I look forward to reading it and commenting on it! ! ! ! !
A different world, passionate teenagers, career development, teamwork, breaking rules, and years of friendship. Everything you want to see is here. Let us sing about the five continents and bloom flowers hand in hand.
Classic traditional fantasy, no system or imagination, multiple female protagonists, clear emotional lines, the protagonist becomes stronger step by step, decisive in killing, the plot is relaxed and relaxed, it is a good watch!
The background of the martial arts world is about traveling to other worlds to practice cultivation. The protagonist looks kind and kind, but in reality is ruthless and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. The fighting power is off the charts, the plot is ups and downs and tense, and it is a masterpiece in the fantasy fairy tale genre.
This is a very good article about cultivating immortals, which is popular among mortals. The content is very novel, the author has a unique perspective, the writing is fluent, and it is easy to read. You are welcome to debate it.
There are no sect routines, no starting a fight at the slightest disagreement, no system, no time travel. Li Ergou is a mortal cultivating immortality, and he is on the path of iron-bloodedness, which is very exciting! [Like][Like][Like][Like][Like]
Different from the traditional fantasy routines, this book opens up a new line of thinking of its own, which has a correct outlook on life and is not brainless. The whole cause and effect calculation. The whole IQ is online.