Immortal Qin Han Tang, this history is very strange
The six countries were conquered, the four seas were pacified, and the Qin Immortal Emperor ended the chaotic world. When he sealed Mount Tai, the heavens summoned him, divine items descended from the heavens, and five-colored divine light illuminated thousands of people…
After that, the world rose and the structure of the world changed drastically. During the change, demons were born, ghosts ran amok, and foreign countries beyond the sky wreaked havoc…
The human race suffered in the cracks and fought back in despair. There were hundreds of philosophers who studied for generations to create techniques, establish sects, and suppress evil. There were geniuses who went through hardships to seize opportunities, establish power, and protect a region...
There was also a generation of immortal emperor Qin who appeared out of nowhere. He used Mount Tai as his foundation to exterminate evil and drive away anomalies. After a thousand years, he swept across the eight wastelands and established an immortal dynasty in the world. He was called Immortal Qin and created a pure land for the human race.
In the 3,000 years of the Great War, the Liu family's great ancestor killed the demon dragon and gathered heroes to rise. He built a divine court in the southwest of Xianqin, spread the divine dao to the world, established the supreme divine Han, replaced the heart of heaven with my heart, and transformed the heaven of Han…
In the five thousand years of the Great War, Li Taizong's martial arts reached the heavens. He broke through the underworld, recruited heroes, sent troops from all directions, conquered seventy-two foreign countries, established the Holy Court in the southeast of the Shenhan Dynasty, spread martial arts all over the world, and opened the era of the Shengtang Dynasty...
Ji Yuan looked at the ancient book in his hand, his expression very interesting.
Ink Feather for a Thousand Years
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