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In the tenth year of Shaoxing, Lin'an City, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, was filled with smoke and willow paintings, making it a prosperous scene. Qin Hui, who had made a comeback and paid homage to the prime minister twice, actively promoted peace talks with Jin and was bound to eradicate the forces of the main war faction. Yue Fei, who was training troops in Ezhou, was about to send his troops north to conquer the Central Plains. The wheel of history is rolling forward. Yue Zhan, a cultural relic restoration expert, woke up from his dream. He looked at the bustling night view of the capital in front of him in panic and fell into silence. The scenes in the dream began to flow like reflections-- The Jin people went south, sharpening their swords; millions of cavalry drank from the Yangtze River; the land of the Central Plains was filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. "Ya Nei?" "Ya Nei?" Yue Zhan came back to his senses, with a look of confusion on his stunned face, and murmured to himself: "I... Where have I been?" "Yameni, this is Yongle Tower, the most popular place in Lin'an City right now."

New book "The Corpse King" I am a sword cultivator. The thing I am most familiar with is the sword, and the thing I am best at is cutting. I once slayed a dragon on the Wei River, moved mountains with one sword, and once stood up to the thunder clouds in the sky, overlooking all living beings. The world fears me and respects me as the 'Sword Immortal'. I just feel that the secular world is like a country of ants, boring and boring, and I am determined to soar. The world-destroying thunder calamity is not worth mentioning, I will kill it with one sword. I passed by the clouds and saw a strange world, where-- In the desolate land of the far north, the snowstorm plains, a group of monsters established their country. The land of Zhongzhou is majestic and majestic, but under the rule of the human country, all the people are as humble as ants, struggling to survive. The miasma in Nanzhou blocks out the sky and the sun. The so-called insect cultivation involves raising silkworms and refining gu, and taking corpses to make treasures. In the blue sky of the East China Sea, the Buddha rises with the red sun, sitting in the clouds with a stern appearance. The West is a foreign country, with ingenious craftsmanship and craftsmanship, forging knives and forging swords. The gloomy prison is hidden in the busy city. The blue dragon is old and the fire and phoenix have no light. When the sun disappears from the country of mist, the pot of Ji is not a hanging pot. A mayfly wants to see the blue sky, a solitary knife controls the north alone... In this glorious world, everything is just a dream. I was in a daze for a moment, and then I remembered-- Ascension, failed.