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Jian Chen Kendo
Thick blood mist enveloped the Lin family mansion, and even the wind was as sweet as rust. Eighteen-year-old Lin Xiao was tied to the confession pillar in the center of the martial arts arena with fine steel chains. The chains burned red and burned into his flesh.
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Great Demon Sect
When Chu Zhaoran fell into the ancestral temple, the bronze wind chimes on the eaves were making a dying buzz. Three kilograms of strong liquor burned into a sea of fire in his stomach, but it was unable to withstand the painful sound of his kneecap hitting the bricks. "Damn..." He stood up and was halfway through cursing when the smell of rust suddenly filled his throat - the bronze lamp filled with incense and ash in front of his ancestor's memorial tablet started to sway without any wind.
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Kunlong Ten Thousand Gods
Nine fire snakes sprang out from the red iron embryo and twisted around his wrist. The handle of the hammer suddenly became as hot as a red-hot iron, and the smell of metal mixed with the smell of rotten flesh rushed into his nose. He let go of his hand, and the hammer hit the anvil with a buzzing sound like a bell—the bloody horseshoe was forged into a curled snake shape.
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Nine Turns of Spirit
Xiao Jin dragged the broom through the cobweb-covered corridors of the library. The moonlight was cut into pieces by the window lattice and fell on his left shoulder. The dragon-shaped birthmark suddenly felt painful, like red-hot copper wire running along the broken veins under the skin. His fingertips dug into the cracks of the broom handle, and the sycamore wood creaked under the strain.
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Chaos Eye Tribulation: Guixu God Ceremony
Chill oozed from the bronze floor tiles of the altar, and when Yun Zhao knelt in front of the Eye of Chaos, a slight stinging pain came from his knee bones. The cyan crystal suspended on the altar should have reflected the fate of the tribe, but at this moment it was covered with a layer of mist-like black shadow. She stretched out her hand to wipe the surface of the holy object, and suddenly there was a sticky touch on her fingertips - the blood and tears that had flowed from her right eye at a
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Lan Zong Demon Slaying Way
Hot. Hot embers, smelling of burnt flesh and blood, tightly wrapped every inch of Ling Jin's skin. He was like a fish with scales peeled off, struggling to emerge from the smoke-emitting broken beams and rubble. His throat was filled with hot ash, and every breath he took caused a sharp tearing pain deep in his chest.
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Invincible
A three-inch long crack sprang out from the middle of the sword blade like a poisonous snake, and the wood grains that were usually covered by the scabbard were now twisted into painful faces. Ye Xuan subconsciously pressed his thumb on the crack, but was caught off guard by a wooden thorn that pierced his fingertips. The blood seeped in along the pale yellow wood grain, and was swallowed up without a trace in the blink of an eye.
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Talisman to Destroy Immortality
The purple Ganoderma lucidum in the medicine furnace has boiled three times, but Ye Xuan stared at the lines that suddenly appeared on the furnace wall in confusion. Three bronze dents wandered on the surface of the iron sheet like living creatures, gradually forming a broken tripod foot pattern - this was by no means a pattern that the Ye family's medicine stove should have.
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One Hundred Thousand Sword
Qin Lie smelled the burnt aroma of dragon's breath rice wafting from the other party's sleeves - this was a special spiritual plant provided by Xuanxiao Pavilion and could not be obtained by ordinary merchants. He grinned, revealing two tiger teeth, but his fingertips were quietly rubbing the dark lines of the dice. Those swimming golden threads outlined the vortex of spiritual energy that collapsed in the boss's Dantian on his retina, like a ball of moldy cotton wool.
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