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The self-salvation of a defeated soldier, the nirvana and rebirth of a group of scum.

This is the world of the Qi Practitioner. The imperial court was destroyed, hundreds of families were in power, the sixteen states were prosperous, and hundreds of ghosts were walking around the city at night. Spaceships, puppets, demons, mountain and sea beasts; magical powers, talismans, nightmare suppression, and refining skills! The young man seeks Taoism in his dream, reads hundreds of classics, nourishes his energy, refines his soul, strives for inheritance, establishes a Taoist tradition, and becomes a saint with the way of swordsmanship.

An ordinary mortal was reborn into the mysterious world of immortal cultivation and became a monk in a small family. Due to the ardent hopes of the elders, the family is struggling. Faced with various unfavorable situations, Zhang Zhixuan struggled step by step, went upstream, developed his family, and wrote his dream-like and magnificent life. Group number: 316174275 v group 815445730 (can be added if the fan value is over 2000)

My destiny is given by heaven, and my companions accompany me in my journey. The two carefree faces face each other, chanting Huang Ting together In a boundless world where spiritual roots, life, and tongshen are integrated into one practice, The protagonist Qi Xiu accidentally gets the position of leader and leads the weak sect to struggle. From a middle-aged man who was at the bottom of Qi training, to a wise old man who looked down on all living beings like a god. The sect developed and grew in his hands, and he wrote a life as dreamy and magnificent as lightning.

The new book "Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll" is being serialized and the physical book has been published under the title "Shadowless". ----------------------------------------------- Perhaps on a cold winter night, you heard someone singing softly from a wall away: Xuanmen's feathers and white clouds are in the heart, with a piano, a sword and a painting. Light snow, red stove and yellow bud wine, reading Ziwei Dongting Sutra at night. The lingering sound is like the sound of nature. You step on the snow and follow the sound, and suddenly you see a faint light in the distance. After walking for a quarter of an hour, we entered the bamboo forest, and our eyes suddenly opened up and we felt warm. Then I saw a white crane dancing gracefully, and a dragon girl in red playing the harp and singing. You were surprised and rubbed your eyes. Looking closely, I found myself standing outside my house, with bleak vegetation on the street. Everyone in the world talks about gods, but they don't know that maybe they are right next to you.

It was the forty-fifth year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, the eve of the Longwan ZTE. This was the best of times. The Qi family army took the first step towards the modern army. The pedal reeling machine produced silk day and night in the southeast. It was powerful and wealthy. This was also the worst era. The health system was collapsing due to corruption, land annexation was becoming more and more intense, and the cabinet was fighting for power. It was declining and dying. When volleys of guns and artillery roared on the battlefields of Europe, when the Spanish Armada crossed the seas, when missionaries held Bibles in their hands and carried secret messages, they coveted the New World. Qingyuan Wei Xiaoqi Chen Mu wore an iron helmet on his head and carried a gun on his shoulders. He looked at the sea and raised his chin high. - This work has been completed. My character is guaranteed and I am diligent in updating. Please collect it. Readership: 102341981, everyone is welcome.

All living beings and thousands of monks are like a speck of dust hanging between heaven and earth. They rise up when the wind blows and fall when the wind blows. They are lost and don't know where they are going.

I have made corpses, bumped into foxes, and pretended to be a human prince and a white snake. He also became a monk and a son-in-law. He went to Qingqiu Dragon Palace to marry a Taoist. You come to reach the sky and build trees for eighty thousand years, which is not as good as the soul to achieve immortality!

The ancient evil destroyed our homeland and turned our people into refugees! But He cannot destroy our will! Because all the suffering we endure will make us more united, stronger and more determined.

As night falls, the tavern gradually becomes lively. The adventurers brag to each other about their recent harvests, the waitresses are flying between the tables like butterflies, and the bards are playing the lute in the corner and singing ambiguous erotic ditties. At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a sturdy adventurer walked in from the darkness. "Hey, isn't this Barrit the Feeder?" Someone recognized the person. "He is no longer a 'feeder', but a 'natural enemy of the undead', a 'devil slayer', a 'mage ally', a 'crystal wall guardian', and a 'legendary adventurer' Barrit!" Someone retorted loudly. "Barrett, tell us your story." The man named Barritt took a sip of rye beer, and in the expectant eyes of everyone, he said, "It was a bright afternoon, and I was riding a horse, preparing to go..."

(The new book "New Book" has been released. In the new era, the time traveler fights against the son of the plane) At the end of the Warring States Period, China experienced major changes unprecedented in thousands of years. Some people are born to be noble. Some people treat you like a prince. However, he was reborn as Heifu, a minor soldier of the Qin Kingdom, a minor figure in Yunmeng Qin Slips. In order to avoid dying in the ravine and to control his own destiny, he climbed up hard. Fortunately, he caught up with a big era. The six kings are complete, and the world is one! Thousands of years of bloodline are no match for military honors. The nobles and nobles of the six countries were all trampled under the feet of Qin officials. Hei Fu just wanted to ask with a smile: Princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed? They captured Baiyue in the south, captured the Xiongnu in the north, and the Di and Qiang fled to the west, and sailed across to the east. Within Liuhe, the emperor's land. How has history changed with his participation? Qin Shihuang is destined to die, and the world will be divided. As a Qin official, how should you choose, whether to add fuel to the flames or to turn the tide?

On a barren land, a tenacious family, with 68 years of forbearance, finally ushered in the day when they turned their family into a country and made Ningzhou a great success. It is difficult to conquer the world, and it is not easy to dominate the world. Who decides the rise and fall? How can there be no basis for victory or defeat?

The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals. A small ruined temple with two masters and apprentices. There may be cheating, but there are no gods in the mountains. The little Taoist priest is on his way to immortality, and the king is on his way to immortality. Travel all over the mountains and rivers to eliminate all evil spirits, and seek immortality overseas to bring forth a bright new world. This is the story of a Taoist priest who changed the world and changed the fate of the Ming Dynasty QQ group 576237603 Wenxian Pavilion. If you have any opinions, please tell me in the group

What is faith, what is friendship, what is authority, what is correctness Where there is no belief in hell, there is hell. Everyone will fall, no one will be spared.

In the firmament of history, the chosen ones will become stars, illuminating an entire era and receiving admiration from all generations to come. We call them "heroes". I am not a hero. The most glorious moment in my life is just being beside the heroes and watching them polish the night sky of history with their own hands. Perhaps I can say that I am real and insignificant under that starry sky... A reflection... (Produced by Xinzuomeng)