Chapter 325

"Impossible."

"Absolutely impossible."

After Lin Jing revealed the sealed ghost, it could be said that no one in the Buddhist sect was willing to believe it.

From the Buddhist geniuses at the Golden Core stage down to the Buddhist powerhouses at the Ancestor Kong Xuan stage.

"Master!" Qin Siyuan, who had been defeated by Lin Jing, looked incredulous, his gaze turning to Master Jingxin.

This nun at the Ancestor Kong Xuan stage, although she didn't want to believe it either, her spiritual sense told her that this...

This time the journey was smooth sailing; the two went all the way south, reached the seaside, and then came back, which could be considered as having traveled around China.

Xia Jiang was suspicious; if Xiao Ling were not too young, he would even think that Xiao Ling was some old immortal who had been immersed in alchemy for hundreds of years.

Even if she was rescued, so what? Based on Mu Yunya's temperament, she would definitely come back, but who was the person who rescued her?

Qiu Li looked at the man kneeling on the ground: "Disturbing my sleep, do you know what the consequences are?" She patted the man's face with a knife.

The central city of the continent is the most prosperous place; on the busy street, people coming and going can be seen everywhere.

The luxury sports car was driving at a turtle's speed, and it once again made Xiao Xiao the object of everyone's attention.

The Ten Thousand Flowers Heavenly Marrow entered the Spirit Abyss, and suddenly, a thick mist swept out, turning into a crystal-clear mountain, suspended above the Spirit Abyss.

At this very moment, Mu Ziyun threw the things in her hand toward those black-clothed killers, and the killers retreated rapidly.

In Xiao Ling's body, the blood mist of the Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart, under Xiao Ling's guidance, rushed toward the heart continuously.

The two held hands and strolled around the mansion slowly. It was rare to have leisure time, and no one disturbed them.

The person standing next to this middle-aged Daoist priest listening to him explain the current situation was not the Chuang King Gao Yingxiang, but a middle-aged man with an extremely heroic appearance.

Unlike the lively and peaceful atmosphere of the past, on this day, the White Deer Villa was empty, quiet to the point of being scary, a piece of dead silence, making people feel awe and not dare to disturb.

"The General's wisdom is praised by His Majesty, but just because he is one level lower than General Zhao, he is bullying people too much!" The deputy was still complaining.

The Succubus watched the two's actions quietly, but had no intention of pursuing. Ye Hao behind her knew clearly in his heart why the Succubus made such a move.

After feeling dazed that it was dawn, Jiang Changqing woke up instantly, grabbed his phone, and looked at the time: 5:13.

"This commoner swears to heaven: from now on, I will be the teacher who preaches, teaches, and solves doubts for Ling'er, and I will never let things that worry His Majesty and the Empress happen again," Wang Rufeng swore to heaven.

The Manchu Qing and the Chuang rebels had no concept of service life in their minds, but after fighting for so many years, they could basically estimate how many days the Great Ming's Red Barbarian Cannons could bombard.

The two watched Ye Yan's figure leave, the Earth-level weapons in their hands vibrated slowly, and seeing that Ye Yan had disappeared, the two returned to their original positions.

The eldest son of the Fan family even made the worst plan; even if Zhu Shun could find enough craftsmen, the problem of bleaching would always restrict the output of the papermaking workshop.

"You two go back! Just leave this to me!" With his hands behind his back, in just a breath of time, Ling Jing's figure appeared in front of Sang Ren and said nonchalantly.

This is allowed by the organizer. After all, they basically came to help open the show with zero performance fees, so this opportunity to advertise must be given.

After the previous tossing, Ye Yaotiao was already hungry to the point of chest sticking to back. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, she immediately exited the field, returned to the buffet table, picked up a few plates, chose a pile of food, and was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, eating ravenously.

"No matter what happens next, in the next few years, the team meeting you in the finals will be the Magic." Sun Zhuo looked at Popovich with a firm expression.