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Li Xiaochun, an orphan at the foot of Qingwu Mountain, is a miscellaneous spiritual root that everyone despises, but because of the chaotic jade left behind by his parents, he was involved in the plot of the Immortal Cultivation Sect. When faced with difficulties or murder attempts, the fate of the low-level servants is like a piece of grass. Only by having a high understanding of breaking the rules and contending with the three personalities can they earn a way out in this unfair immortal road.

Qiao Nian hates Shen Ye, and everyone in the house knows it. Every time Shen Ye looked at Qiao Nian, his eyes were filled with an uncomfortable sticky feeling that made people feel sick to their stomachs. But he acted like a gentle and humble person in front of others, which made Qiao Nian hate him even more. Until the fall of the Qiao family, Shen Ye's true identity was torn apart by Qiao Nian, and he pushed Qiao Nian hard against the corner "I said, don't try to provoke me, you can't afford the consequences." Those cold eyes like ice cellars stared at Qiao Nian. "The Qiao family is gone, what else can I not afford..." Tears streaked across his trembling lips, and the resentful eyes were like nails on Shen Ye's face. "The last thing you have is yourself."

In front of Sansheng Stone, ask about the way forward; by the Huangquan River, please grow old The scholar in Lanruo Temple laughs, but now he looks like a man from Liaozhai Li Changan came to a world filled with ghosts and ghosts, where ghosts competed with autumn fireflies and monsters chased wild horses. He wanted to live a happy life and ignore all the things in the world. He just raised his head and saw Lanruo Temple. Then the scholar smiled, mouthed poems and songs, and felt the Buddha and Taoist ancestors in his heart. This was Li Changan's life.

There are immortals sitting firmly in the sky, who says that human beings are not as good as immortals? Under the three-foot rusty sword, the evil leader emerges from the village. The boy in sackcloth stepped on the heavy winter snow and saw all kinds of strange things, and only used one sword to protect the fate of the people...

The old Taoist priests hunt ghosts, while the young Taoist priests kill demons. Li Pingyi is a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who does not want to become an immortal...

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(Read the latest chapter, you will like it!) In a world where technology and cultivation coexist, there is the collision of gorgeous mechas, and the astonishing power of turning clouds over and raining down on hands. When modern civilization is mixed with fantasy colors, the latent passion gradually bursts out... In that vast universe, there is not only coldness and silence, but also infinite gods and demons standing side by side, glorious and brilliant... Who is singing the vast ancient history? Knocking on the door of immortality with your finger sword, how can we be the people of Penghao? On the road to eternal life within the gate of eternal life, all living beings are fighting to survive. Looking back on the road to immortality, my youth is instantly haggard. I turn my hands to cover the clouds and rain, and I am alone on the road to eternal life.