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The Fallen Immortal of Three Thousand Dao Seals
Sixteen years ago, the Daoyi sect was brutally massacred by the Qingming Sect, just to seize the sect's treasure, the Qinglian Sword. The sect leader Ling Daoyi exploded the golden elixir to save his only son, Ling Ziling. Ling Ziling witnessed all this and lost his mind, and the fallen immortal in his body took the opportunity to take over his body and kill him. Lu, the Taoist sect, and the Qingming Sect all suffered numerous casualties. A strange phenomenon descended from the sky. The sky sudd
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Xiaoding Stewed Mushrooms
Ling Shuang (sneering): What's the reason this time? Ding Jianpeng (positive color): For the emotional well-being of thousands of lonely souls in the underworld! The ten women looked at each other and shouted in unison: Let's start the ladies' joint meeting!
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Qingming River
"The young man came out of the cold house with his sword, not knowing that there are rivers and lakes in the world. A jade pendant, a broken dream, one step, and the wheel of life turns for the first time. Under Qing Ming, who is the chess piece? Who is the chess player? "
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Sewing Taoist
Others are cultivating immortals, grabbing spiritual veins, seizing opportunities, breaking the traces of the path, trampling on the genius, and pushing them all the way to the union. Chen Xiu squatted on the side of the road, threading needles and sewing threads, sewing up the cracks they had made on the ground one by one. A certain sect elder pointed at his nose and scolded the evil cultivator. He turned around and discovered that there were three hundred years of hidden wounds hidden in his D
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Scorching Sun Survey
Li Zhuozhuo returned from hunting wolves alone on a rainy night, showing his courage and survival ability beyond his peers, and at the same time revealing his humble identity as a "son of a sinner". When he returned to his dilapidated home, he found that the ancestral bronze sword box was humming abnormally on a rainy night. This was the first time in sixteen years that he had reacted to the sword box. When Li Zhuozhuo held the fire stick in contact with the bronze sword box, the sleeping power
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