Tomato’s Top Six Masterpieces! Ranked! Number One: Immortal Martial Emperor

551 苟 Gou Collects Ghosts from the Coffin Shop Middle-Aged People Don't Like Drinking CoffeeEastern Fantasy103k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A masterpiece, worth watching

552 上 You Destroyed My Dantian This Morning, Now I’m Burning Paper at Your Grave Holding Hands by the FireAncient Romance4.2M WordsCompleted 195.1kReads9.5Score24kShelves

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[Bookshelf plus one][bookshelf plus one][bookshelf plus one][bookshelf plus one][bookshelf plus one][bookshelf plus one][smile][smile]

553 蛮 Wilderness Tianxia FarmEastern Fantasy1.5M WordsCompleted 6.5kReads6.9Score539Shelves

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In the ethereal and illusory world of fairy tales, the dancing sword reflects the blue sky. The mysterious peaks in the wonderland hide secrets, and evil spirits and evil spirits fight against evil and evil. The chords of love and hatred are lingering, and the years of chivalry and benevolence are engraved. This volume of fairy tales is worthy of the eyes, and I invite you to go to Mengyun Peak together.

555 玄 Xuantian Demon Emperor Writing the End of the WorldEastern Fantasy7.3M WordsCompleted 3kReads7.7Score268Shelves

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These books are the finishing touch of classic fantasy!

556 玄 Fantasy: Forcefully Recruit the Demon Empress at the Beginning Han QingruEastern Fantasy1.2M WordsCompleted 3.1kReads8.0Score495Shelves

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My evaluation is not as good as these two books

567 我 I Captured Travelers in Ancient Times Evergreen CabbageEastern Fantasy1.3M WordsCompleted 1.4kReads5.8Score101Shelves

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This book is very good

570 仙 Immortal Couple YunzitongEastern Fantasy1.6M WordsCompleted 346Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The jade slip contained a secret order from Heaven: After the fall of Thunder City, the Immortal Emperor decided not to wait any longer. Three days later, through the ultimate sealing formation, the emotional power of the entire Huanglan Continent would be extracted, the body would be completely repaired, the gate of chaos would be opened, and all "resisters" in the Immortal World would be sucked into the abyss, leaving only emotionless puppets. . . . . .

573 洁 Clean God Is Invincible Clean God Is InvincibleEastern Fantasy387k WordsCompleted 19Reads—Score—Shelves

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A classic fantasy masterpiece with many stories and explosive moments.

575 瑞 Rui Crowns Nothingness The Chicken Is ComingUrban1.5M WordsCompleted 56Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This masterpiece needs your approval

578 一 Break Through Eight Realms with One Sword Stop Ge and Ask MoEastern Fantasy1.3M WordsOngoing 11.4kReads5.8Score741Shelves

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That winter, Jianghu died. The martial arts world was slaughtered in the sky, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood. Stunning beauty means death - Zhao Qinghe, the most beautiful princess in the world, the most beautiful woman in the world. When she laughs, the mountains and rivers turn pale; when she draws her sword, the gods bow their heads. Flowing Cloud Soft Sword, invincible with three moves. Followed by two more dangerous women: Luo Qinghan, "Mo Yu God Killer"; Wen Wanqing, "Suppressing the Sky with Soft Palms". The three of them were hidden, like ladies and delicate flowers. The two cute pets are even more incredible, the Mysterious Demonic Ice Python "Frost Xuan", and the ancient divine beast "Soul-eating Golden Eyes" Mo Yan. The winter snow has not stopped, but the killing has begun. The sharpest sword in the world, wrapped in the sweetest sugar.

581 逆 The Heaven-Defying Cauldron Barbecue WatermelonEastern Fantasy10.4M WordsOngoing 102.9kReads9.0Score10.1kShelves

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🔥The passionate revenge stream of "The Heaven-defying Cauldron" is coming! The fall of genius? No, this is the beginning of the return of the king! ] 💥A critical hit at the beginning! The former genius Ye Yan was humiliated by the Yun family sisters on their engagement day. His meridians were severed under the pressure of the saint, but he woke up from a desperate situation - in this life, those who bully me will be repaid a hundredfold! ! ✍️The author starts the chapter with high energy, maximizing the hatred value: Yun Feixue relies on her saintly cultivation to confuse right and wrong, forcing Ye Yan to slander his late father; and the moment the protagonist wakes up from the crippled bed, the reader's adrenaline rushes! The two names "Yun Feixue, Yun Feiyue" burst out from between the teeth, instantly establishing the protagonist's tough and unyielding character. 🌪️Goldfinger alert! The setting of "The Heaven-Defying Cauldron" has already aroused the appetite. How can Ye Yan change his destiny and return to the Yun family? The traditional divorce breakup + ultimate revenge line, coupled with the overwhelming sense of oppression of the "twenty-year-old female saint", the plot is explosive! #Wastecounterattack #bloodcontractvengeance #saintcontest (the rhythm of the first three chapters is soaring, and famous face-slapping scenes are scheduled. The old white bookworm calls him an expert!)

583 荒 Desert Dung Man: the Water God Asked Me to Be a Priest Tired of Talking About Interesting DreamsEastern Fantasy555k WordsCompleted 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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Spiritual plants take root in the desert

584 巫 Wizard: I Use Satellite Cannon to Clear the Ground Rain Falling in All DirectionsEastern Fantasy1.1M WordsCompleted 3kReads6.5Score207Shelves

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The wizard novel is really good! [The masterpiece of bird food]

585 星 The Embers of the Galaxy: Bringing You to the Top Again Log of WoodEastern Fantasy673k WordsCompleted 82Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Nine reincarnations, decisive killing, rebirth and return, unlocking the secret of reincarnation, secret realm summoning

586 碧 Biluo Wubian Du YuwanEastern Fantasy1.1M WordsCompleted 111Reads—Score—Shelves

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Traditional martial arts is not a cool novel, there is no golden finger, no system, no immortality, no holy mother, no wisdom, no gods, no time travel, no pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, no parallel worlds, only the real and pure world of martial arts that is gradually growing, thank you for your support [understood]

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

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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 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 lowest level in the world of spiritual practice. 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 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 wildly 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 energy 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 and turned into a ray of extremely pure power, which overflowed from the furnace and slowly flowed 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.

591 我 I Kill the Immortal for the Source of All Evil Qingqiu WuyeEastern Fantasy403k WordsOngoing 41Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Fellow Taoists, come and take a look at this book. Many female protagonists are non-harem characters and villains have online IQs. The protagonist was a detective in his previous life, traveled to another world, and woke up under a wishing tree. Do not enter the strange Wind Demon Palace and be involved in the darkest and most terrifying turbulent era in the beginning. The mysterious imperial city. The terrifying Blood Sea Asura Sword, the murderous Jedi Emperor's Tomb, and the terrifying Abyss of Nirvana.

594 仙 The Fairy Asks You If It Is Open, You Let the Fairy Fly Longevity Cannot FlyUrban3.3M WordsOngoing 160.6kReads9.1Score12kShelves

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Upgrading every day makes me almost crazy [laughing]

595 斩 Killing the God: Starting from the Nine Heavenly Books A Person Who Doesn't Write NovelsEastern Fantasy219k WordsCompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Good books are worth recommending

597 凡 A Mortal Cultivates Immortality While He Guards the Women's Dormitory and Kills Demons. Stardust Secret Long ClothesUrban1.1M WordsCompleted 6Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It has to be this one, with an unprecedented large number of new stories, an extremely novel writing method, passionate, touching, extremely beautiful, funny and interesting

598 京 Beijing-Hong Kong Landu A Book Worth Tens of Millions of ProfitsModern Romance547k WordsOngoing 12.6kReads8.9Score1.5kShelves

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Kindness and earnestness are given to those who are destined.