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Tang San Burial, Burial in the Sky and Burial on the Earth
The poor monk Tang San was buried in the sky, on the ground, and all living beings. These are some of my disciples: The eldest disciple, Sun Xingzhe; The second disciple, punished the eight realms; The three apprentices have finished their killing duties. Chapter 1 "You three, please search carefully for me along the way." Chapter 2 "Wukong, what nonsense are you talking to him about?" Chapter 3 "If the donor doesn't understand Mahayana Buddhism, the poor monk also knows a little about fists a
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Many Children, Many Blessings, My Family Helps Me Conquer the Best Fairy
[Multiple female protagonists + family management + system + invincible flow + relaxed and funny + passionate struggle for hegemony + civilization upgrade] Lin Yuan traveled through a fantasy world and became a tragic emperor whose father and mother were twin emperors, but was born with a disabled body. Practice? Doesn't exist. When he was publicly humiliated by the whole family at the coming-of-age ceremony, he finally got his belated golden finger - [Many Children, Many Blessings System]. As l
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I Snatched a Candied Hawthorn Skewer from the Start, and My Immortal Cultivation Is Morally Bankrupt
After transmigrating to the world of immortal cultivation, Lin Que becomes bound to the “Get Stronger by Being Shameless” System. Stealing candied hawthorns from children is just the beginning. Selling fake pills to his fellow sect members is basic practice. Braiding the hair of a Sacred Land patriarch into pigtails is just everyday entertainment. While everyone calls him “the sect’s disgrace, a parasite on the righteous path,” Lin Que has already quietly become the one and only Immortal Venerab
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Give Sun Wukong an AK47 at the Beginning
I, a Ph. D. In Physics, transform into a pilgrim on the Journey to the West. At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, I handed Brother Monkey an AK. Heavenly surveillance? Directly block. Lingshan script? Tear it up on the spot. I pointed to the sky filled with immortals and Buddhas and said to Wukong: "Great Sage, let's do something scientific this time." When the golden hoop is equipped with an electromagnetic gun, when the somersault cloud becomes a curvature engine. When we stepped on the sky, Tathaga
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