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Haotian's bloodline is cursed, and Tang Ming awakens the twin martial spirits of the Nether Dragon King! The triple engagement hides a hidden danger, the angel holy sword recognizes the owner, the Rakshasa mark burns the bones, and the mutated Clear Sky Hammer smashes through the fate - the blood sacrifice puzzle in the Star Dou Forest, the god position on Poseidon Island changes unexpectedly, and the final battle at Jialing Pass is full of blood! When the underworld swallows up the light and the judgment hammer of the underworld hangs in the sky and the earth, he wants to hold on to the fire of humanity that has not yet cooled down in the cracks in the reconstruction of civilization. This hammer breaks the shackles of divine power; this journey breaks the prison of fate! Come to Yuewen's website to read more of my works

Why does Xiao Wu have to sacrifice? Why are Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue destined to perish? I, Lin Xuan, am the first to refuse! In this life, I hold the system in my hands and step on Tang San, vowing to save all goddesses! I will protect Xiaowu's soft bones, Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda will shine for me, and Zhuqing's ghost civet will accompany me! Even the masters and apprentices of Wuhun Palace, Hua Bibi Dong and Hu Liena, were also brought under his command! When I reach the top of the divine world, surrounded by seven beauties, this will be the perfect life of a true hero!

In the autumn of 1931, before the sorghum in the Northeast became red, Japanese artillery shells shattered the adobe house of Lin Hai's family. At the age of seventeen, he knelt in the sea of ​​fire all night while holding his dead sister in his arms, until miner Zhao Tiezhu grabbed him by the collar and shouted: "Want to live? Go to the mountains with me to carry a gun!" At the same moment, Peking female student Shen Jingshu was stuffing the leaflet "Give Me Back My Country" into the professor's lesson plan. Chen Mo was walking through the alley with a leather bag from "Business News" in his arms. The ticking of the telegraph machine in his arms had already connected the fire thousands of miles away. From the broken flags of Peking University Camp to the ruins of Songhu, from the snowfields of the Anti-Japanese War to the rainforests of western Yunnan - there is no crossing, no magical skills, just the trembling of frozen fingers pulling the trigger, the tears of a mother who stuffed the last half of a piece of cornbread into her son's arms, and the "win" that choked in her throat for fourteen years when she stood under the surrender platform in Zhijiang and watched the plaster flag fall to the ground. This is not a heroic legend, it is the light burned out by the bones of 1.4 Billion Chinese people in the darkest night.

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