I Am A Mortal, A Disciple Of Spirit Beast Mountain

Martial arts can be a master! After practicing martial arts to the realm of the god wheel, you can develop supernatural powers and become extraordinary!

This novel is also known as I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot The fairy road is ethereal, and the fairy trail is hard to find. Li Nianfan came to the world of cultivating immortals as a mortal. After learning that there was no hope for cultivating immortals, he just wanted to live in peace. But don’t know– A dog he adopted became a demon king and suppressed a world because of his writing poems and paintings. The trees planted behind his house became the tree of the world, supporting the bridge between heaven and earth because of listening to him playing piano music. A passerby he met, because of his casual enlightenment, became a sage of immortality, leading an era. When looking back– It turns out that the scholar who has been pestering him for calligraphy and painting is the fairy painting saint, the old man with poor chess skills is the fairy chess saint, and the beauty who comes to listen to music every night is the first saint in the fairy world…

Upon waking up, Gao Fan traveled through another world. Get the system to help him merge the heavens. The fishing Taigong Jiang and the Thunder God Thor arguing by the river, “This Milky Way should be guarded by my Majesty!” Medusa and Tsunade fight in the harem, “I will be the queen in the imperial palace from now on!” The gatekeeper Baibeard, Uchiha Madara, and Saitama were fighting the landlord in front of the palace gate, “Uchiha Madara, you are not allowed to cheat with pupils!” Nuwa and Bibidong, who were knitting wool in the back garden, both looked melancholy, “I have been in the palace for 200 years. When will your Majesty be lucky to us?”

When you first enter the prehistoric land, you become a red cloud, and you will send hundreds of billions of merits at the beginning. Understand the cause and effect, become the big disciple of Hongjun seat, proving the saint, open the dojo, collect the dragon clan, and return the ten thousand immortals. “Sanhua Juding? Huakai Nine-Rank? Ten thousand merits! Give it to me!” “Kong Xuan, you want to behead the corpse and become a holy? Ten million merits won’t be appreciated!” “Sister Nuwa, your merits are not enough? I have!” “Little Daji, the master gave you five million merits, will you warm the bed for the master?”

This book is also called Counterattack the Heavens from the Blue Silver Grass. First stop: Douluo World The main story in the Douluo Continent, refining the heart to seek the way, leading the rise of the human race, changing the world, bringing a little different color to the Douluo World. (Describe the characters objectively, and seek to restore the character of the characters, without excessive belittling or beautification.) The introduction is weak, please read the text.

When the protagonist woke up, he discovered that he had become Song Qingshu, who had his meridians destroyed in a contest of martial arts and was banished from his sect. He also found out that this was a chaotic world that incorporated Jin Yong’s 14 novels. What will he do now?

What is a villain? Is it the fist that pours all over the world, dominates the whole world, or is it that all people are against each other and stir up the storm? After reincarnation, Su Xin can gain all the skills of villains in the world of martial arts. “Be trustworthy. Say kill your family, Then kill your family. My name is Suxin. I believe what I say.”

Whenever humans practice martial arts, they must have proficiency levels. This is the first level entry, the second level proficiency, the third level proficiency, the fourth level master, the fifth level grandmaster... There is an upper limit for proficiency level, but Zhong Cang does not. Let’s look at Zhong Cang, relying on the attribute panel, step by step to improve his skills to a state that is unprecedented and unprecedented. The first step is to start with the special skill [Sword of Ignorance]...

After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten. In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive. A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between the humans and monsters on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger. The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!

Cui Heng passed through, and the system told him that this was a high-level immortal world. Immortal kings are all over the place, fierce beasts are everywhere, and if the powers disagree, they will explode the galaxy, destroy the world, and make him tremble with fear. Fortunately, in order to protect him, the system provided a novice protection period of three hundred years. As long as he was in the protected area, he would not suffer any harm. So, Cui Heng started the road of cultivating immortals for three hundred years. In the past three hundred years, people have strayed into this place one after another. Some came from humble backgrounds, were monks and beggars, but they had the ambition to pacify the world and save the people. Some were of extraordinary origins and once were peerless geniuses, but suddenly suffered bad luck, their aptitude was greatly reduced, and they suffered from indifference. Some are noble as princesses, but they just want to find their elder brother, not to become an immortal, but to wait for his return in the red dust. Some are frail and sickly, but dream of conquering the world, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and becoming a generation of chivalrous women. … Cui Heng gave them hundreds of millions of help in the spirit of making good friends. Three hundred years later, the system’s novice protection period ended, and Cui Heng finally achieved his golden elixir and walked out with a trembling heart. But I found out that this is actually just a martial arts world!

Starting from today, I am retired. But what should I be doing? I neither have the skills, nor the mind to do business, my only advantage is this pair of hands which have taken this world. What a headache… Note: The usage of the term “retired” here doesn’t mean retiring from old age, work etc. It’s a specific term to refer to not involving oneself in the affairs of a certain society.

The Third Prince, Zong Luo and the King of Beining, Yu Beizhou, have been at odds with each other. Water and fire were never compatible. Their tit for tat confrontation was exhaustible. Unfortunately, things went awry. After an imperial edict came, Zong Luo laughed facing the heavens. His ink hair was scattered, he closed his eyes, and committed suicide under the city gate. However, he woke up again. Following that, he became entwined with Yu Beizhou once more, till death eventually came upon him. His enemy’s face was stunning, flamboyant, and sinful. Only after staring at him did he only notice a little bit of light floating within his unfathomable eyes. “Senior martial brother,” Yu Beizhou said in a low voice, grasped his sword in hand, and touched his eyebrows intimately, “We meet again.” ……. That night, Zong Luo had a dream. He dreamed that after his death, the man sewed up his uncollected body, and kept it in an ice coffin for nine years. Glory, wealth, and world domination that will last for thousands of generations- Zong Luo didn’t want it, but Yu Beizhou got it all. However, no one knows that after going to court every day, after the tyrant dismissed the palace servants, he would walk into the cold bedchamber alone. “Senior martial brother, it’s already nine years.” Yet it’s still so cold no matter how warm it is. “I hate you so much.” He held the body in his arms and muttered to himself. -Hate is the strongest form of love-