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(The new book "Dead Soul Speed" has been released. Tomb Painting has exclusive immortal wind. You can read it directly) The world's resources are in the pockets of the nobles, and the nobles' money will eventually flow into my pocket. The priests of the Holy See of Light slandered me as a corpse devil. The powerful people in the world are plotting to get my territory. Demons and ghosts are furious at the wealth I hold. Witches are cursing, void creatures are plotting, and even the undead are rejecting me. After all, I am just an ordinary necromancer, and I only know some simple corpse processing techniques. They say I am the Great Lord of the Undead. That is just because I control 30% of the world's wealth with 0.3% Of the population. (The business lord article, the Lich Tavern is completed, updates are guaranteed, book friend Q group: 272503706)

"Corpse Processing" is over, but there are many Lords articles to write about, so this is it. A person is a mage. Three people are a team. A group of people is a territory. A group of people is the rise of an era. I, Karen Kurosawa, want to lead an era. If you think you are young and have enough ambition, please submit your resume. My address: Goldshire, the center of the world.

The new book "Qian Lao Mo" is released, I like to follow it! I am just a lich who runs a tavern. I only know how to do alchemy, magic, demon secrets, and goblin technology. In fact, my strength is very poor, not a top powerhouse. "Then why are you the most terrifying lich in the continent of the gods?" I am also thinking about this question. Maybe it is because of the poisonous abominations, death knights, elf shooters, bone dragon mounts, and cultivators from the Eastern world, Buddha monks, and martial arts masters who follow me? Or is it because of the magic crystal turret, temple halo, and forbidden curse launcher on the tavern?

Necromantic farming text. Reborn in a world that believes in gods, Addison just wants to be a necromancer who studies silently according to his own beliefs. But deformed beliefs, strange gods, and the ubiquitous wash of war swept him into the whirlpool of old gods and new civilizations. Should he follow his own gods like those fanatical believers and return to the age of the old gods, or should he become a trend-setter with materialism as his core? It seems that everything is not decided by him at all. Witches who spy on memories, succubi who steal souls, stone monsters who steal life spans, high-end ghosts who try to sign various contracts, and even super pirates who travel millions of miles. What was used to recapture these guys? Whether it is the enterprising spirit of constant research or the sadistic heart that is constantly awakening, no one knows the answer. They only know one. Iwo Jima, no living things.

By chance, I could see other people's plans. I thought that by studying hard with my golden fingers, I could rise against the odds. So, he followed a fellow senior sister. I just wanted to simply borrow a resource point, but I didn't expect that someone would rely on me to become a Taoist companion. ... Many years later, Fang Jiao looked back on his cultivation history, and suddenly found that the number of Taoist companions around him was a bit unsightly. It's either a fairy sect, a giant demon lord, a crocodile from the left, or even an old witch who has been buried in the coffin for five thousand years. What makes the entire cultivation world fear him most is not his strength, but his large number of Taoist companions. Fang Jiao wanted to defend himself, saying that despite my unrivaled beauty and powerful wife, these people are all spies lurking around me. Living in dire straits every day, the baby feels miserable!

Inspiration comes from "Howl's Moving Castle", "Mad Max: Fury Road" and "Prey City" mobile undead territory. A land full of disasters, corpses, withered bones, endless wandering evil spirits of death and plagues. The only remaining creatures live by the little light supported by the divine objects. On one's last legs. But their tranquility could always be broken by a rumble that was as loud as thunder. It was a giant elephant chariot that was bigger than the castle. The flaming eyeballs, the sky-high alloy gun barrel, the Oven tracks that crush everything, and the thick black smoke brought out by the bone-burning engine. Of course, what really scares the undead are the members of the giant elephant. Rotten Witches, Explosive Skeletons, Wraith Daughters, Stitch Monsters, Stone Ghosts, Frost Bone Dragons, and of course wizards and violent goblins who mix potions randomly. But everyone knows that there is only one man who controls this undead city. Pure human being, leader of Dingge, the greatest ruins pioneer, and the nemesis of the undead. Dinger: I'm not great, I just want to find fuel for this increasingly larger death hearse. These madmen are about to build my death hearse into a city. Ps: This book is not a cool novel. It focuses on original world construction and story development. Those who like to appreciate the flavor of the story can read it with confidence.

(The new book "Dead Race" has started to be uploaded, and the tomb painting has a unique undead style) Warcraft trample, dragons roar, abyss creatures are ready to move, and ogres wandering on the edge of death are struggling hard. The tauren wield iron axes, the dwarves bang the war hammers, the human mages ride across the sky on griffins, and the black dwarfs from both ends of the world are working hard to build the frozen door. Reborn in such a fantasy era, Li Ziran lived in the wasteland strictly following the laws of the food chain. Purchasing corpses, reselling organs, selling slaves part-time, occasionally acting as a mercenary, and making a little money by helping people curse when finances are tight. Everything in life should have been in order, but things went wrong in the simplest corpse purchase business. Someone told him that the elemental tide tore out a swamp, and there were countless Medusas in the swamp! He's... Greedy!

"At the age of twenty-two, he seizes the soul of a human being, earns the first pot of gold, and practices Qi to the eighth level." "At the age of twenty-eight, he seizes fish-men and clam girls, tempts concubines and ghosts, competes for courtesans, establishes the Spring Breeze Deyi Pavilion, makes great profits, and masters the magic of "Yunjian"." "Seventy years old, the "Liu Xiang Pavilion" of the intelligence network, the "Shadow" climate of the Killer Hall Already, he controlled the smuggling channel, made huge fortunes, and forged the 'Zixiao' Flying Sword with 30,000 spirit stones." "At the age of one hundred and forty, I got involved in the Immortal Sect's business, changed my lifespan, and swallowed up the Immortal House. With my skillful operation, my business was booming, and I entered the Golden Pill with 300,000 spirit stones." Now I am one hundred and eighty years old, and I have issued a reward in Lingjian Mountain. "My name is Chen Feng, the Chen of Chen Ergou, the maple of Maple Leaf, and the golden elixir has been completed. Anyone who can help me step into the Nascent Soul, I am willing to offer three million spirit stones. Anyone who can help me survive the four-nine heavenly tribulations, I am willing to offer five million. Anyone who can provide me with the supreme magic, eight million. There is no limit to the number of people. The more the better." This book is a half-lord article about making money, practicing, looking for talents, making money and practicing again. . (Tomb Tu Q group: 272503706. If you think it's good, please add it to your collection and recommend it. If you have a book list, please promote it. I guarantee that the book will be completed. Thank you!!!)