Chapter 79: Mid Return-to-Void (Chapter One, Three Thousand Words)

"Mm!"

Within the Primordial Spirit Realm, Chen Daoxuan, in a state of fusion with the Primordial Spirit Realm, could clearly sense the divine-sense exchange between the two Return-to-Void cultivators.

And regarding this hundred-and-eighth-generation Tian Ji Zi of the Tian Ji Sect of the Primordial Spirit Realm, who was able to travel from another prefecture-domain to this Mystic Dragon Desolate Domain and find this place, he felt something was off.

Especially since the Primordial Spirit Realm is not completely fixed in place, but rather, like a satellite orbiting a planet, circles the True Spirit Greater Realm, and within the range of the Mystic Dragon Desolate Domain, at every moment

Javier's first trial jump failed. But he was not discouraged, so he began to try the second jump.

When only spreading silence is left in the vast space, the person within it will involuntarily be wrapped and surrounded by cold desolation.

"Wentian, are you planning to act like Wang Po selling her own melons? Showing off how heroically you slew monsters in the demon clan's ancestral land and finally returned safely? Speaking of which, I'm really curious just how many trump cards you've been hiding." Sanwei had always held a grudge over Qin Bing's concealment of his strength.

"No way! Even if you invited me, I wouldn't go." It seemed Sanwei was not particularly fond of these thrill-seeking things.

This note was slipped into her hand by the fellow who called himself the King of Justice when he swept away Cold Jade.

Although Ye Chenyu had turned his mind to the project, he still keenly sensed the gaze Mi Ran'er sent over.

The old flower house was still there, but he had heard it had offended someone it shouldn't have, and the original madam had left the flower house.

Mu Zhen was more willing to believe that the people on the mountain had been trapped. Unable to get free, which was why they hadn't been able to send word.

"Hmph, I'm not as despicable as certain people! My encounter with Liu Fei was purely a kind of miraculous chance." Jiang Yueying thought of her miraculous meeting with Liu Fei, and felt that using the word 'miraculous chance' now was quite fitting.

Liu Fei had won again, and he had taken another Olympic gold medal, bringing him one step closer to his dream of 'Ten Out of Ten, Perfect in Every Way'.

After Jiang Xinyu, acting as intermediary, had reached an agreement with Chen Zhengyu and Ding Changhai on how to cooperate, she mailed the three thousand to Chen Zhengyu.

Zhang Yanqi did as instructed, opening the Night Demon Umbrella. The Night Demon Umbrella gathered the wind, the downward momentum suddenly lessened, and her body began to drift slowly downward.

The tsunami was still churning, hundreds of thousands of tons of seawater washing over the silhouettes of the two giant beasts, yet utterly unable to shake their forms or fighting spirit.

Most of the martial generals of the Ministry of Justice, the Court of Judicial Review, and Shuntian Prefecture in the capital region came from the Duke of Rong's military camp.

But at that very moment, a Somersault Cloud rose beneath Xia Mingwei's feet, while his sleeves emitted a faint blue glow — that was the Imaginary Puppet "Gecko" unleashing its ability.

But in Yang Guohua's eyes, those two raw stones of over a hundred kilograms could absolutely not have been selected to look like that.

Ji Huaiyuan had leaned back on the sofa at some unknown moment, his clothes not yet put on, his languid appearance drawing extra glances, carrying a certain seductive air. A hint of weariness lingered between his brows, and his eyes shone startlingly bright in the dark night.

Beneath the dim banyan tree, a black Land Rover killed its lights and quietly watched Li Zhi get into Bi Junzhuo's car and drive away.

This time Yingying had sought him out because Zhao Yongwu wanted to extract some silver from Shen Lanting, which was why the local bully had extorted five thousand taels from him.

Coiled Snake Valley had only one path, with stone walls on both sides and no trees, the ground below being sandy soil. Therefore he ordered Ma Dai to arrange the black-oil carts in the valley. The oil tanks inside the carts were all pre-made fire-weapons, named: Hundred Beasts Stampede; specially designed by the Armory Bureau for breaking the barbarian tribes.

The eagle-hawk circled low in the air for a while, somewhat fearful, and only when it saw Zhang Yuanhao had truly left did it descend and land beside the two corpses, a flash of human-like mockery in its eyes.

Han Wei instantly felt it hard to breathe, his pupils dilating. Because of his internal injuries, his limbs' instinctive struggling turned to trembling, looking as if he had been electrocuted.