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Chuan Shu Liu: I Am the Villain in Fengshen
Transformed into the cannon fodder of the Chan Cult who died in the third chapter of Fengshen, Xiao Heng just opened his eyes and was hit by the angry indiscriminate attack of the saint. The system frantically alarmed in the sea of consciousness: "Host! God hates him, he will die violently!" Xiao Heng pulled out the Karma Red Lotus with his backhand and tore the list of gods that should have belonged to Jiang Ziya in half in front of Yuanshi Tianzun. "Master, don't worry." He smiled slightly a
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After the Sect Expelled Me, I Became Invincible
I, Shen Zhiqiu, knelt down for the first time in eighteen years, and I knelt down because of my teacher's kindness. As a result, my master took away my innate Taoist bones, and my senior sister cut out my seven spiritual veins. Even the mountain-protecting crane that I fed for three years took away the last half of my spiritual stone. Do they think it's enough to cut off their spiritual roots and push them down into the Demon Refining Abyss? But I didn't know that the first taboo of the ancient
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Boxing Flow: the Counterattack of the Underground Boxing King
On the ring, the referee made a black whistle and his brothers betrayed him. Chu Lan had his right arm broken and fell from the altar into the abyss. When his life was hanging by a thread, he was picked up by the underground boxing ring and became a "consumable" who could die in the iron cage at any time. No one knew that a mechanical sound sounded in the dying Chu Lan's mind - the "King of Fighters System" had awakened, and he could exchange blood and pain for everything. The broken bones were
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Fishing for Corpses: Ferryman on the Huangquan River
Late at night, a coffin floated up from the Huangquan River. Nine corpses surrounded the coffin, and all the salvage workers' detectors exploded at the same time. I just reached out and fished it out - the coffin landed directly on the shore, and the corpses all turned to me, with a weird smile on their rotten lips. In the business of retrieving corpses, others rely on instruments, but I rely on the Underworld Ferry Order. The corpse king who has been drowned for hundreds of years offers a cigar
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