Chapter 72: The Ancestral Hall Opens, the Mountain-Sea Absolute Contest Begins (Chapter 3, three thousand words)

While Chen Daoxuan was lost in thought.

Deep within the Tianshan stars, inside an immortal's mansion.

The new head of the Tianshan Wan Clan, the Sixth Dao Child of the Shanhai Immortal Sect, Wan Tianyun, whose cultivation had reached the late Divine Splitting stage, was now weeping and laughing like a mortal.

And within that weeping and laughing, there was a trace of madness, a trace of helplessness.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

Thinking of the secret he had just seen through — that his clan's bloodline inheritance was incomplete and its immortal arts were hidden from view — Wan Tianyun was also thorough

The boss took the silver, and naturally beamed with joy, happily urging his伙计 to go out and help Chu Feng resign from watching. With someone watching, Chu Feng wouldn't need to stay behind to keep an eye on things.

His subordinate reported that Yu Ziheng's forces were scattered around Dinzhou, with many elite troops among them. It seemed that although Yu Ziheng had been stripped of his military command, he still had many hidden forces. Fu Weiming thought that as long as such a Yu Ziheng lived for even one day, he would be a thorn in his side. No, this thorn had to be pulled out.

Mo Rentian was honest and simple by nature, with no schemes; only by starting with him could there be any hope.

When only Baihui and Mo Huasheng were left by the lake, the thick smell of gunpowder instantly vanished. Baihui looked at Mo Huasheng and asked expressionlessly, "What do you want to do?" Although Mo Huasheng appeared very impulsive, his eyes had been calm from beginning to end. Baihui could tell that Mo Huasheng had come specifically to find him.

When the night grew deep and quiet, the training ground was still in full swing with brutal, unbearable training. It was only near the end of the Zi hour, about to usher in the Chou hour, that Ouyang Xiasha, having finished her cultivation, finally opened her eyes and ordered everyone to assemble.

Qin Yi handed his horse to a soldier behind him and strode straight into the teahouse beside the road; Qiao Qing followed inside carrying the child.

Her slender, gentle fingers brushed across his brow, as if sensing the conflict and struggle in his heart. She gave a slight smile, lifted her head, and looked into his eyes.

The wager between the two officially began. Each pushed a cart frame and went off to select stone materials.

After the two left, Yu Ziheng finally carried the tray inside. Xia Chan was sleeping in a daze, slightly opening her eyes to look, and saw Yu Ziheng sitting nearby.

As for Dongli Yao and the others, being the first to eat the crab, why didn't they just sweep all the treasures into their spatial storage in one go? Why stand here foolishly grabbing them handful by handful? There were reasons behind it.

The Wheel-Turning King swiftly activated his ability, and the halo of light on his body grew larger, concealing the Mid-Heaven rank cultivator beside him.

What he said was naturally also the truth — giant beasts, in the Blood Sea Domain, though not common, were not rare either.

Prestige points could be obtained by completing a series of tasks issued by the system, and at the same time, the prestige system's list would occasionally refresh with characters or factions that could be used to grind prestige.

2. Deaths and deaths of summoned beasts count as normal deaths; if the captain flees or dies, it counts as a battle failure.

Because both of them had such outstanding figures, Tang Zeng felt there were too many focal points, so in the end there was no focal point — he just looked around blindly.

He first surveyed the terrain, and only after confirming there were no traps did he order someone to help Wang Hao up, prop him on the horse, and upon returning to Wang Zhaojun's side, dump him on the ground.

"Only by being steeped in immortal spells and Daoist arts can the system's power be increased a thousandfold," Wang Hao said, and handed Ouyang Wu another thick booklet.

Monk Huijue had actually long known about Tang Seng Tang Xuanzang's journey to the West to fetch the scriptures, but he hadn't expected that even the fragments of the green smoke stone could be connected to this matter.

Suddenly, soul threads of every color — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — seemed to spring out of nowhere and began swirling around Sun Wukong.

Perhaps Gu Lingtian was too certain she couldn't find anyone to call for help, so he hadn't even taken her phone or blocked the signal.

Xinjie smiled. The girl had a cleanliness obsession; this set of clothes had been touched by Gao Yunhe, and she felt uncomfortable about it. But this made him very happy inside. Gao Yunhe had only briefly come into contact with her, yet she already found it so distasteful — while he himself was with her day and night.