Battle Through the Heavens: Lord of the Great Thousand World

I suddenly had an idea. Xiao Xuan said that although there were few Dou Emperors in the ancient times of the Dou Qi Continent, it was not like the legendary realm. Logically speaking, the ancient imperial clan should have left behind the inheritance that the Origin Qi is needed to break through the Dou Emperor. However, in fact, Xiao Xuan did not Knowing this, I only guessed it after repeatedly failing to attack Dou Emperor. This obviously broke the inheritance. Also, the beasts in Dou Qi Continent in the Wilderness Ancient Territory are ferocious beasts that can never produce spiritual intelligence. There is no such thing in other places. So, can we draw a conclusion? , Dou Qi Continent was also invaded by evil tribes from outside the territory in ancient times. The Dou Emperors all died in order to kill the invading Evil Tribe Demon Emperors. Therefore, the inheritance of Dou Emperor was cut off. Many sky-high martial arts and fighting skills were also lost. After the death of the Demon Emperor and all the evil tribes, the demonic energy was sealed in the Mang. In the Ancient Ancient Territory, the beasts there were affected by this and turned into ferocious beasts. The fetuses of the plane were also severely damaged due to this catastrophe, and no new source of energy was produced, which made it impossible for future generations to break through the Dou Emperor. The Swallowing Spirit Tribe is actually an evil spirit tribe born from the combination of evil races from outside the territory and humans from the Dou Qi Continent.

To tell a joke, other protagonists sit on a mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers, use strategies to trap and kill all opponents, and finally get the treasure alone. This protagonist is awesome. He uses strategies to lure others there, and then he goes back arrogantly, and then he becomes the target of an ambush.

Not to mention anything else, you made Xiao Yan lose the three-year contract and immediately persuaded him to quit. You probably haven't seen the anime version of Three Years Dating. What Xiao Yan has been burdened with, what he has experienced, and life and death crises again and again. These are not things that Nalan Yanran can get by practicing at home. What I read about Doupo is the Three-Year Agreement. There is a reason for the poor performance of this book. (The last one is just my personal opinion. In modern society, Nalan Yanran may just hurt the Xiao family's face, but in the novel, it is an insult. Xiao Yan is not wrong in resisting!)

When I first started reading, the beginning of this book was a bit outrageous. The idea of ​​two fighting masters from the Mad Lion Mercenary Group fighting a seventh-level peak monster was also estimated that the protagonist should at least be a fighting spirit. Who gave him the courage to have an idea? This kind of thing is something that little bastards like them can get their hands on? 🙂 Let's take a look later. After all, the reviews and monthly tickets are pretty good.

(In recent days, I watched Kazuo Ishiguro's The unconsoled, and suddenly I resonated with Qinglin's experience. The bitterness and pain emerged in front of my eyes, so I wrote a short essay of 2,000 words to describe my state of mind. The author is used to using long sentences, so it will be a bit obscure when reading, and I can't read ten lines at a glance. I hope you can read it in your heart and read some sentences, and you may have a different experience)  What is childhood? If you understood the sadness and pain of childhood in advance, would you still have the courage to come? Qinglin was picked up by an old mercenary. When the old mercenary found her, the little girl who was less than two years old was dying. The old mercenary was already over seventy years old, and the people around him nicknamed him Lao Wei. Lao Wei pursued a girl when he was young, but he had no ability and had never made a name for himself in his life. As a four-star fighter, he could not compete with the young people in the group, let alone when he was young. So the girl ran away with someone, and after that, the old wilter became the old wilter. Although there is an extra mouth in the family, the old man is used to being poor. No matter how much work he does on weekdays, he can barely make ends meet. At that time, Qing Lin was not called Qing Lin, so the old guy called her little guy. When Qinglin was four years old, the old man's waist was broken, and he could not take care of himself. Qinglin took care of him, but the old man was short-lived and died in just two months. After the old guy died, no one came to visit him. Qinglin cried for two days and dug a hole for another two days to make a small shallow soil bag for him. This matter is strange to say. It is said that Lao Wei was competing with someone for a medicinal herb, which made the six-star fighter angry. However, it is still a mystery why Lao Wei, who has always been humble and submissive, was so stubborn about this medicinal herb that he had a conflict with others. Later, the identity of Qinglin's hybrid was discovered and he was accused of being a heretic. The dozens of gold coins the old guy had saved were robbed, and the dilapidated house was also taken over by beggars, leaving Qinglin to live on the streets. At first, some people saw her as pitiful and wanted to give her some charity, but once they saw the scales on her wrists, they refused to have any more contact with her. The adults' prejudice and disgust are still wrapped in a layer of indifference, and Qinglin cannot understand the self-righteous sarcasm of adults. What frightened her the most was the group of children. Hatred is a strange thing. It takes root in a group for no reason and then becomes deeply rooted. The children initially spread rumors about her, saying that the old mercenary left a treasure for her, and then they invited local gangsters to snatch it away. Qinglin was very scared at the time, because she knew they were going to take away the old mercenary's last belongings. She still remembers that the old guy once mysteriously told her that this was a treasure. The elixir on it could be refined to cure all kinds of diseases, including her snake scales. He then told her to treasure it carefully so that no one would discover it. So she cried and resisted, but only received a severe beating. In the end, the gangster found that what she was holding on to was just a piece of waste paper with only pictures of flowers and plants on it, so he cursed and walked away. It seems that the old mercenary was stupid and had little knowledge. He believed some rumors and regarded a piece of waste paper as a treasure. The children laughed wildly, picked up the prepared stones and hit her wrists, causing blood to bleed, and she ran away crying. Later, a rumor spread between them: The dragon has been coiled for three years, and the monsters dare not speak. Broomsticks, broomsticks, make monsters sick. Poor Qinglin is a four-year-old child who knows nothing and has nothing. There is no such thing as self-improvement, being neither humble nor arrogant. Facing people's denial and rejection, she only felt that she was so humble, as humble as dust. After that, Qinglin had too many fears. She didn't dare to cry loudly for fear of being even more disgusted. She did not dare to glare at the person who scolded her for fear of being beaten again. She didn't dare to go to the Snake Tribe for fear of freezing to death in the cold Tagore night. She did not dare to refute those children, fearing their endless pestering, and even more afraid of their ruthless ridicule. She didn't even dare to commit suicide. She was afraid of pain, and every way to die seemed to require struggle. She had no despair because she didn't know what hope was. During that time, Qinglin became a lonely soul, wandering in the corners of this city. The girl once wandered in the streets and hesitated in front of other people's doors, but although Shimo City was big, there was no place for a "monster". Several times when she was so hungry that she could no longer hold on, she would tighten her body, bury her head in her knees, and count down silently. When the count was almost over, she would feel an illusory excitement in her heart, thinking that there would be food at the end of three two one, but even after counting, she did not raise her head to look up. Why? Because she knew there was nothing there, Qinglin just wanted to survive this period of time. She kept repeating this trick that seemed very boring to outsiders, and finally fell asleep lightly. She knew that she would never be hungry in her dreams. This was a secret she had discovered. Life built a tower of pain in her heart, one hundred and eight thousand feet high; prejudice built a barrier around it, three thousand six hundred feet thick. Finally, the little girl discovered that humans don't like frank children. If they couldn't see the blue scales on her arms, their disgusted eyes would no longer be so compelling. So she learned to cover up the scars of fate. Some changes gradually occurred in her life, and she finally found a job - carrying clothes and water for those who lived in the big yard. Although the salary was meager and she was looked down upon by others, she still had a glimmer of hope. Although the mother-in-law in charge never said anything nice to her and often scolded and scolded her, the girl could still feel a little warmth in her sensitive heart. Her young body couldn't even lift half a bucket of water, so the old woman just let her pound clothes, and would quietly give her an extra penny at the end of the month. Qing Lin will sneak out of the city every once in a while and come back with a basket of wild fruits that are heavier than her. Most of the fruits are sour and unripe. This is her next food. She wants to save some money on this. I don't know when Qing Lin started to count her fingers and hope: After saving enough money, first buy a big wooden box to protect her from wind and rain. It doesn't need to be too big, just big enough for her to curl up in. The big one will definitely be expensive, and then... Buy a winter coat, preferably a bigger one, that way It can also be used as a quilt. If it's too expensive... A smaller one will do. If... If there is some money left, she can buy a meat bun to eat as a luxury. She can't remember how long she hasn't eaten meat. If she makes more money in the future... But before the longed-for good days began, Qing Lin fell ill. She ate unripe fruits for dozens of days and was eventually poisoned. The high fever persisted for three days and three nights. My brain was so dizzy that I couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality. My dry throat uttered unknown murmurs, and my body trembled from time to time. Feeling wronged? I feel wronged, but why can't I cry? The sky is ruthless, so the sky is never old. That winter, a cold wave from the Izumo Empire entered from the northeastern border of Gama, went all the way south, and condensed into ice over the Tagore Desert. Gama's "dry pole" encountered wind and snow that had not been seen in decades. The cold wind howled, and the bone-chilling chill seemed to freeze the iron-blue sky. Every household in Stone Desert City had their doors and windows closed, and there were more than three inches of snow in the streets and alleys. That day, a little girl huddled in the corner of the wooden box, stiff, almost unable to survive the winter. They say that childhood is carefree, full of laughter and laughter. But I don't have the courage to do it again.

The protagonist has Ice Phoenix bloodline. How about hacking the Dragon Phoenix Origin Fruit in the tomb of the Saint of Creation? It would be better if he could eat it himself. The Dragon Phoenix is ​​the number one divine beast in the world, so giving it to Zi Yan would be a waste.

One thing to say, this book is actually not bad, but unfortunately it deliberately imitates the writing style of Dou Po's original work, which makes it seem a bit nondescript. It looks a bit semi-ancient and quite speechless. What age is it now? If you change to a more relaxed way of writing, your results will definitely be better.

Indeed, when we went to the Warcraft Mountains, the role of the mercenary group we found was inexplicably not reflected at all, and instead led to leaks. . . Entering the cave is also a mess, and people's anti-inflammation starts from garbage and is devoured by strange fires. As a result, the protagonist is all kinds of awesome, directly competing with the emperor in terms of strength, and the plot and combat power are completely ruined. . .

Shuangwen has various strengths, and my evaluation relies on the defense. The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that all Dou Zun wanted after playing for dozens of chapters have increased by two small stages, and they are still at the small stage of the Dou Master realm.

Many fans have a common problem. They write about someone else when the main character disappears. 🤫