It's All Grass Jelly

There are only two kinds of enemies for me, one is kneeling and the other is lying down. My name is Gao Zhengyang, the most domineering and willful one in all the worlds.

The world is cold and cold under the sky, and the demons and monsters are no match for the enemy! Slender and tender, beautiful as jade, but the sword energy between heaven and earth is like a rainbow! The vast starry sky, the seven emotions and six desires, greed, anger and ignorance, the Tathagata Buddha, your power is boundless! All living beings, their sincere wishes are met with a sea of ​​blood! Ghosts are crying and gods are howling, the sea of ​​blood is boundless, I dare to ask where is the way! Since there is no way out, let it go through the sea of ​​suffering and blood, turn its bones into a boat, and soar into the sky!

Wake up, go back to that era, and face the past again, with an ending you can't guess...

What is a Taoist? Answer: "There is no image in the ten directions, and there is no trace of the six paths. If you jump out of the three realms and are not in the five elements, you are the master of the path."

The ever-changing history, the boiling continent, and the many romantic figures, who is in charge of the ups and downs? Rising in the wilderness, becoming successful on the battlefield, and roaming the temples, let's take a look at the path of a humble man to become an emperor!

Earthly immortals are born in the blessed land, and heavenly immortals come and go in the cave. I have a plum blossom to steal a ray of heavenly secrets!

Yin and Yang divide the heaven and earth, and the five elements determine the universe. Under the dome of the sky, the China of Middle-earth has experienced vicissitudes of time. It is an era when immortality is prosperous, and hundreds of millions of creatures are prosperous. Thousands of miles across, there are always scenes of joys and sorrows in the world, playing out in the majestic immortality. Where there is light there is darkness, and among the radiance under the sky, there are still silent shadows moving forward quietly...

Since the creation of the world by Pangu, the Three Emperors have ruled the world, and the Five Emperors have determined their destiny. Between the worlds, humans have been the primates of heaven and earth... This is at the end of the human emperor among the three emperors. The Five Emperors have not yet been determined, and the human race is not the primate of heaven and earth. This is a vast and barbaric era, with monsters, evil gods, gods, and gods standing everywhere, monsters, demons, and heavenly demons dancing wildly; all races coexist, growing barbarically, and ruling the world. However, the human emperor is old, and the human race is weak and is used as sacrifice and food... This is not a prehistoric wilderness, but a wild and unrestrained wilderness! Returning to Chinese classical mythology and writing the barbaric legend of the human race's counterattack, please read "The Supreme Humanity"!

Here, martial arts is no longer an illusory legend, but a real inheritance. After confrontation with technology, it has been completely integrated into society. There are various martial arts competitions. Wenwu is the first, and martial arts is second! After Lou Cheng received the severed inheritance from a major school of martial arts, he moved forward step by step towards his original dream and towards the glory in his heart. There are still heroes in the city, and today's era relies on heroes!

The new book "New Book" has been released. In the last years of Xinmang, the time traveler fights the son of the plane. Please collect it. Reborn in the Spring and Autumn Period, he became a concubine of the Qing clan, and was driven to a stable to be with cattle and horses. Who would have thought that hegemony would be established from this? What does it mean to be promoted among three families? Look at me, the Zhao family, taking over the Jin Dynasty! Lao Tzu rides an ox to the west, Zhong Ni is in high spirits, Wu and Yue compete for beauties and die. On the bank of the Wei River, a beautiful lady in deep clothes recited the poem "Jian Jia is pale and pale, dew turns to frost". The long sword in the right hand, the poetry and calligraphy in the left hand, using different thoughts to unify the world, stepping into the Zhou Dynasty under the setting sun, the importance of the tripod, can I ask? This is my China, my "Spring and Autumn" - I am the king!