Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 753 Need For Time.

A small immortal clan, with the efforts of the ancestors of the past dynasties, slowly developed into an immortal clan. This is the history of the development and growth of a small family. During this period, there were ups and downs, and there were also struggles for power and profit.

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【Do you believe in God? 】

【YES/NO? 】

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Some people choose YES, and some people choose NO accidentally.

Some people are alive, and some people are always whipped.

Some people see blood, and some people can stretch and shrink.

Some people have amazing special effects, while others are used to lurking in the shadows.

that day.

When Irin thought she had traveled through time and space and went back to the past, she found that everything was – zizi – zizi.

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“I’m reborn, I’m stronger, I’m not bald.”

“There is no natural disaster on your plane, but when I come, there are all natural disasters on your head.”

So, God walked by the road, and disasters came from heaven.

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[Note 1: This book is not a fan of the stars]

[Note 2: Chapter 44 of this book begins to take off, it is recommended to take it patiently]

[Note 3: The high order exceeds 10,000, there is always a reason]

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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After the continent of the nine clouds, the continent of the gods, Lin Feng, a proud cultivator, journeys to exciting new worlds. There is more trouble on the horizon, will he be strong enough? See his journey…