The first one is about Sister Lin being reborn and living a good life, with someone to take care of her, no male protagonist, staying away from Jia Baoyu, and killing everyone. Overall, it is very logical. The heroine in the second book is very sober, doesn't care about men, is self-respecting and self-respecting, and has the style of an ancient matron.
Fantasy ceiling! Do you want to become an immortal? Just by looking at the name of this book, you will know that it is definitely a masterpiece and it talks about divine things. The content in the book is extremely strange and has been banned by the platform. Cherish the opportunity and join the bookshelf to find out more [Note]
In the traffic era, "newbies" and "shuangwen" are everywhere. Where are those works of the past that were elegant in writing, delicate in character, focused on plot, and contained great truths? Based on the pure flow of traditional fantasy, the fantasy novel "Respect Against the Trend" is presented! Exclusive first release, signed with Tomato Novel Network (Toutiao Today). [New release·Dual protagonist setting] His name was Jin Xi. He was seriously injured in a conspiracy assassination and died soon. His name was Zhong Lizuan, and he was surprised to find that Jin Xi had almost the same appearance as himself. Because he possesses the unique "Two Spirits Sea of Consciousness", he incorporates Jin Xi's soul into his body, thereby achieving "one body and two spirits". [Fighting against the sky is endless fun] Ziwei Tianxin, Linglong Blood, World Moving Celestial Eyes, Thousand-faced Buddha's Courage, Nine Netherworlds, Destiny and Taoism... Gathering the love of thousands of people in one body, a grand journey to fight against destiny unfolds brilliantly. I want to play with destiny, cut off injustice, destroy ruins, and build great unity! Fight against the sky, have endless ambition, and go against the odds to be respectful.
One of the most popular books on Douyin in the past was about a demoted prince guarding the imperial mausoleum. It was quite interesting in the early stages, a fantasy novel that does not subdue one's wits.
The emperor has a ten-year term, after which he will face challenges from the victorious masters of each clan. Only those who are the best in the world in martial arts can be the co-leader of the world. Whenever the old emperor retreats and a new emperor appears, it is the time when the Great Xia is in turmoil! This is a world where personal power is attributed to oneself, and only those who are invincible are worthy of being called emperor. The story begins in the year 5025 of the Daxia calendar. At this time, Daxia has over 10,000 surnames and a population of 1.4 Billion...
Traditional fantasy + the rise of geniuses + the struggle for hegemony between geniuses, brave and resourceful, not clever, decisive and not holy, this book makes readers feel very interesting. The writing is delicate and super beautiful!
They are all good non-systematic, non-travel-travel novels about cultivating immortality. The first one is about cultivating immortality with double pupils.
Classic traditional fantasy, unsystematic, not a brainless novel. The author's new book this year is updated quickly. The more you read, the more exciting it becomes. If you like old traditional fantasy, it is definitely worth a read!
In ancient times, there was a war between immortals and demons, and the Nanhu Continent was polluted by evil spirits. The land has become barren and grain harvests have plummeted. Most of the grain yields are less than a hundred pounds per mu. Due to famine, the population of the mainland has dropped sharply, and even high-ranking practitioners will fight for food. Until the Middle Ages, a genius monk from the human race had a sudden idea and created a brand new system of practice. Create spiritual fields within the body for planting. He called this system agricultural repair. After the agricultural repair system spread, the problem of food shortage was finally alleviated. Today, agricultural cultivation has become one of the mainstream cultivation systems in the world. The protagonist Zhang Bao traveled through time and became a farmer in Tianzi Mountain. The story begins here.
Definitely a traditional fantasy! ! ! Traditional fantasy, non-traditional routines, no divorce, no waste of life experience, no brainless villains, smooth logic, rich setting content, carefully designed plot, able to witness the growth of the protagonist in all aspects, whether it is personality or Taoism. Although it is a new book, it is written with great care [Please pay attention][Please pay attention][Please pay attention]
Traditional fantasy, the protagonist is decisive in killing, and also sentimental. In the ancient times when the heavens were oppressing and all races were powerful, Fang Han held a long sword and led the human race to rise against the heavens.
It is a very traditional fantasy novel. There is nothing new, but there are no weird and weird things. It is still very serious. It has the feeling of fantasy from a few years ago, but it is not as embarrassing as the previous reading. Just think of nostalgia for the past time. The only drawback is that there are a little few words, making it difficult to read fantasy novels and other updates.
You can take a look at this book. The male protagonist Lin Mo is gifted with the holy body and cultivates both body and spirit. He keeps moving forward in the cunning world of cultivation. He is determined to kill and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Reading this book from the perspective of the male protagonist is really immersive, and the author's emotional drama is also very delicate.
How about trying this book? It's a traditional fantasy. It's not a waste of time. There's no divorce, no system, no rebirth. There's no intrigues and deceit among family clans. It's not clever or brainless. There's no sidekick deliberately targeting and ridiculing the protagonist. The protagonist is humorous and decisive in killing. The content seems relatively relaxed, the pace is tight, and it updates quickly. Everyone is welcome to make suggestions.
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. But his eyes are so bright
Mortal Bones has not been finished yet. The protagonist of Mortal Bones starts with a fairy sister, but the pace is not too fast. It is developed slowly from zero to one. The system or invincible writing is not very fast here. Sword Bones and The Most Proud Man in the World are both about swords, and the layouts are similar. Because the writing is relatively thin, the maps are not too big. If you don't like one of them, the other one is about the same, so you don't have to spend time identifying them. Although the fourth book is also written in a perfunctory way, the opening of the character is too weak. It contains stories about gods, ghosts, rivers, lakes, temples, and various schools of thought. If you are interested, you can read it.
It's a true traditional fantasy, not a novel. It transforms into a mouse, acquires various abilities of the mouse demon, refines the demon, and brings a group of younger brothers to protect it. A traditional fantasy with a bit of suspense, not too dark, and not as otherworldly as a fairy tale, with a gray-haired mouse swaggering across the city.
From the ancient dragon of Jin Yong, to the tomb of Zhu Xian, and then to the vast sea of Kunlun, I wrote the first part with all my heart. I hope you will support me!
Shuangwen, the rebirth of the Almighty Martial Emperor, the struggle for hegemony among the geniuses, Bao Shuang Lin Chen, a legend of the Tianwu Continent. Whether it is martial arts, alchemy, weapon refining, bloodline, or formation skills, all of them have reached the top of the continent. But he fell because of the betrayal of his lover and brother. Two hundred years later, he was reborn as a good-for-nothing. On the day of his rebirth, his fiancée came to break off the engagement! Let's see how Lin Chen, the legend in his previous life, used his achievements in his previous life to rise up against the sky again and shock the world! ! ! ! ?
It's really very traditional. I feel like I'm seeing the history of the Internet literary world in this book [face covering] [face covering] [face covering]