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Space has dimensions, from one to nine dimensions. Lu Yang fought in the five-dimensional space for the first time and killed three phoenix-tailed chickens in the "Anzhai Mountain". Seal the nine tribes and use the timeline to be reborn into the two-dimensional space! Lu Yang went to the nine-dimensional space for the second time and reached the "Dragon Horn Heavenly Palace". Then he sealed the nine tribes and used the timeline to be reborn into the two-dimensional space! The turtle looked at the snail on the wooden ring and chopped it against the wood! The snail jumped into the pot and exercised himself repeatedly, shouting: Hurry up and add firewood! The gray wolf bit into the butt of the "Phoenix-tailed Chicken". "Bang" sound. The gray wolf carved a deep ravine in the ground. "God damn Turtle Boy, how dare you cheat the old wolf!" "After saving up enough chicken butts from the "Phoenix Tail Chicken", the snails let the "Lingying Clan" come into being, kill them back!" One-dimensional space appeared, a broken battlefield, and corpses everywhere: The Qingyu dragon lies thousands of miles away, so angry that it reaches the sky. Bing Heng's dead bodyguards were everywhere, and resentment lingered. The body of the god ant was stiff and covered with knife marks. The wings of the Sunburning Nether Tiger were broken and bleeding continued. There were piles of corpses of all kinds. After battling through nine dimensions, the secret appears. . . . .

The two suns of the Emperor's Tomb star have left the entire planet barren of grass, and it is the garbage disposal star of the entire plume galaxy. Tu Yuzhou fled to this planet and lived for seventy years. In 8080, the average life span reached 500 years. One day, an interstellar black hole fell from the sky, countless garbage poured down, and a group of gold diggers swarmed up. Tu Yuzhou lazily dragged a space bag and followed the crowd into the garbage dump. In less than half a day, the entire garbage treatment plant was turned upside down. Tu Yuzhou sat in the garbage dump and lit a low-quality cigarette, looking at the two suns in the sky in confusion, wondering when he would be able to save enough money to buy a brand new biochemical lung. The doctor gave an ultimatum: His life expectancy is only three months, and he must replace his biochemical lung within three months! Tu Yuzhou looked at a palm-sized black chip at his feet. He picked up the chip and put it in his pocket. A chip became the king of junk in the galaxy! From now on, the Rag King embarks on an interstellar gold-mining journey! Beauty and the Beast! War and peace! Mecha Hunter! Biochemical fighter! A galaxy of adventures begins! QQ group number 798228892! Welcome everyone!