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1751 逆 Heaven-Defying Magic Mirror Fengshen BailiEastern Fantasy325k WordsCompleted 5Reads—Score—Shelves

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Please stay here, you can read this volume! Zhong Kui's descendant, Zhong Li, was tricked and his body was made into a corpse. His bloodline awakened and he activated the magic mirror, starting a path to defy the heavens! "The Magic Mirror"

1752 五 The Sword of the Five Dynasties Opens Peace What a HeroHistorical285k WordsOngoing 36Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This book is absolutely beautiful.

1753 寻 Searching for the Qin Dynasty: Yunmeng Fairy Trail Gray Cat Gray Cat2.3M WordsOngoing 5.9kReads9.5Score528Shelves

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Yes, push it, fantasy, immortality, nonsensical, slow-paced, you can watch it

1755 对 Sorry, Your Plug-In Belongs to Me. Passer-By in the WorldEastern Fantasy179k WordsOngoing 11Reads—Score—Shelves

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Boss, look at this pure hand rub

1756 疯 Crazy? the Coffin Has Been Ordered, You Let Me Practice Immortality Dancing FishEastern Fantasy1.1M WordsOngoing 524Reads—Score106Shelves

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Mahayana period report

1757 穿 After Time Travel, This System Allowed Me to Establish a Sect Xiao Xiao ZhimingEastern Fantasy2.2M WordsOngoing 38.4kReads9.3Score3.3kShelves

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This is the original book of Shu Huang. It is good-looking and can easily increase your emotional intelligence.

1758 四 Fourth Master Just Wants to Lie Down and Not Be the Richest Man Lan Duoduo Is a Male CatUrban814k WordsOngoing 5.5kReads5.8Score371Shelves

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System ➕Top background of the male protagonist➕Parallel lines of multiple female protagonists. Each character is not brainless, slaps in the face do not reduce intelligence, advanced routines [New group portraits, flesh and blood, smooth writing, relaxed atmosphere, solid growth line, vivid characters!

1759 星 Star Destiny Uncle Monan GhostSci-Fi & Apocalypse830k WordsCompleted 22Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Here's something hardcore for you! ! [Bookshelf plus one] A thousand-year secret war between the Guardians and the Lockbreakers has come to an end. The Lockbreaker attempts to collect nine ancient sacred objects - the Ancient Mirror of All Spirits, the Core of the Tower of Babel, the Eye of Horus, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Sky Eye, the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Solar Calendar Stone, the Ark of the Covenant, and the Philosopher's Stone - to activate the living starship "Stellar Whale" crystal to welcome the so-called "return of the supervisor of the mother star." Who can win the final victory?

1761 诡 Weird: There Is Something Wrong with This Novel Wish You EggsMystery3.7M WordsCompleted 830Reads5.8Score163Shelves

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Guishe meal replacement, you can read it in Shuhuang [Adoration][Adoration]

1762 朕 I Use Mo Dao as a Javelin, and You Are Trying to Become a Minister of Tang Dynasty Chasing the Wind Big FatHistorical687k WordsCompleted 22.2kReads8.4Score1.5kShelves

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I feel like these books suit my taste quite well.

1766 劫 Robbery Furnace Bring a Knife but No Umbrella When Falling into the RainEastern Fantasy185k WordsOngoing 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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This one is good. 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 things, all 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 were frighteningly bright. …

1767 诀 Jue Tiandao Yue Xin HengtianEastern Fantasy1.2M WordsOngoing 2.3kReads5.8Score169Shelves

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The three views are very upright, don't hold your breath, take revenge on the spot, and it's even more fun to see the chapter where one person fights seven geniuses! There are no traditional fantasy routines, the protagonist is very thoughtful, and it is not without brains.

1768 开 The Dog Spell Locks Blood at the Beginning, and I Summon a Hundred Thousand Black Shadows August Is Like the WindEastern Fantasy152k WordsCompleted 41Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommend a new book, guaranteed to be completed, keep it first, it is definitely worth reading. .

1769 穿 Traveling Through the Center of the Earth: a Useless Counterattack to Become an Emperor Yijie Potato StarchEastern Fantasy469k WordsOngoing 930Reads8.9Score104Shelves

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Look, these fantasy books, time travel and rebirth, useless counterattack, legendary love, modern special warfare, adventure in the center of the earth, ancient human exploration, have touched the stage of flying immortals...

1771 末 Rebirth in the Apocalypse: Evolution Begins with the Maine Coon Cat Frog Sitting in the WellUrban246k WordsOngoing 405Reads6.4Score108Shelves

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Look at cats, Maine Coon cats, apocalyptic beasts [shy]

1773 入 Embalmer: the More Satisfied the Family Is, the More Money I Will Deduct Favorite to Eat BarbecueMystery168k WordsOngoing 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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A super supernatural fantasy story! The new undertaker at the funeral parlor is bound to the reverse system. He works according to the standard process and his life is deducted. Only when he helps the deceased fulfill his last wish can he get a god-level reward. It's full of Chinese folklore, the unit story is both tearful and exciting, and the street fireworks are paired with supernatural suspense. The more you watch, the more you get hooked.

1774 长 Immortal Clan: the Incense System Helps Me Achieve Enlightenment Live for Thirty YearsEastern Fantasy770k WordsOngoing 22.8kReads6.1Score2.6kShelves

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I recommend a book on traditional family cultivation, in which the incense system helps family development. If you like this kind of book, you can read it carefully.

1775 我 I Just Said It Casually, Believe It or Not Unparalleled in the SnowUrban677k WordsOngoing 40Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Foundation Building 0.1 Is still being prepared [grass has been planted] [grass has been planted] [grass has been planted]

1776 在 Living as a Passerby in the World of Cultivating Immortals Xuanpeng of Panlong IslandEastern Fantasy1.9M WordsOngoing 3.9kReads8.1Score315Shelves

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Recommend an alternative book about cultivating immortals, with a hilarious plot that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts in the middle of the night

1777 一 A Man-Eating Monster Actually Proposed to Me. Do You Want to Accept It? The Invincible Little Fox in the Universe9k WordsCompleted 197Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Bookworms will love it.

1778 女 The Female Queen, the Cat-Eared Shota and His Slut Shit-Shocker Golden Buddha SectUrban212k WordsCompleted 3.8kReads5.8Score348Shelves

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🪴The young author recommends it, a pure love story written by the cat-eared shota.

1788 执 The Executive Is United What PatternSci-Fi & Apocalypse476k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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[Shy] [Shy] Are you waiting for a good book? Here it is, with ten lines at a glance, a surging mood, word for word, sentence by sentence, getting better and better. This is a novel delayed by the name. This is a good novel delayed by the name. There are many difficulties here. Everyone wants to change what has happened. Many people choose not to let time go by, and many people choose to let time go by and follow their own ideas. There are many people who want us to become "Truman" and we don't want to. Time is free and we are also free, so we must rise up and resist

1789 没 There Is No Such Thing as the Most Stubborn One, Only the More Stubborn Ones. The Flowers in My Friend's Hometown Are BloomingEastern Fantasy2.4M WordsCompleted 5kReads8.9Score309Shelves

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There is no reversal, no redemption, no HE. From start to finish, it's a complete tragedy. Sisters who like sadistic stories, this book is definitely for you!