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Nine Nights Kill

Rivers And Rivers Thousands Of Miles Away

2.0M012

In the center of the glorious underground temple, there is a crystal clear ice coffin suspended. Nine ice crystal chains gather endless divine power and are nailed to the coffin. A black-haired young man who looked to be in his twenties lay quietly in the coffin. He was dressed in white clothes that were as good as snow, but there was a glorious ink-colored divine sword that penetrated his heart with endless sealing power, but no blood flowed out. The tragic song of a hero, the tenderness of a beauty, the unyielding attitude towards fate, the struggle against heaven and earth, whether to follow the way of heaven and live forever, or to go against the destiny and perish... Maybe, the way of heaven is illusory, and the self-centeredness is eternal.

Immortal Dao Soul

Rivers And Rivers Thousands Of Miles Away

4.4M0

A failed experiment created an immortal Tao soul, and an unknown wave sent a mysterious Tao bottle. His parents disappeared for no reason in his early years, and he, an ordinary but extraordinary man, finally stepped into this infinitely wonderful world. Gather heroes from all over the world and bring together the world. There are three thousand avenues, so why not be afraid of the difficulties and dangers ahead? With a sword in hand, you can reach the top of the world! A man smiles in the world, but his glitz is empty. Proud of the world, he wields a majestic sword and kills thousands of heroes in anger. Recalling the peak is majestic, but heroes have no dreams. Wait until the day comes when a three-foot green front will stain the sky with blood!

Nine Nights Kill

Rivers And Rivers Thousands Of Miles Away

1.6M0

In the center of the glorious underground temple, there is a crystal clear ice coffin suspended. Nine ice crystal chains gather endless divine power and are nailed to the coffin. A black-haired young man who looked to be in his twenties lay quietly in the coffin. He was dressed in white clothes that were as good as snow, but there was a glorious ink-colored divine sword that penetrated his heart with endless sealing power, but no blood flowed out. The tragic song of a hero, the tenderness of a beauty, the unyielding attitude towards fate, the struggle against heaven and earth, whether to follow the way of heaven and live forever, or to go against the destiny and perish... Maybe, the way of heaven is illusory, and the self-centeredness is eternal.