Chapter 390: Failure

The power of this Xiangong teleportation treasure lies in its irregular spatial teleportation, which even the Void Profound Stage can hardly stop, and the activator themselves can hardly control the effect.

This is the setting of the magic treasure, so the Instrument Ghost cannot control the teleportation directionally and can only perform random teleportation.

However, after all, it is the final instrument spirit manufactured by the Xiangong. Compared to human cultivators, it still has its own unique insights in controlling magic treasures.

Although it cannot determine the final landing point of the compass teleportation...

Qin Chuan's martial arts peers saw that Old Man Yue Cang's face was old, his expression haggard and slightly ugly, like someone born with a fierce look, and their hearts immediately turned cold, becoming worried.

"If you knew, you'd definitely charge me, saying how much a kiss costs, hehe..." Tong Xinyan giggled, placing Ji Shiqian's hand under the quilt.

Just as Zhang Jing and Jiale were exchanging love tips, the battle between Daoist Priest Simu and Master Yixiu was almost coming to an end.

The moment the waiter opened the door, Ye Handong seemed to smell the wine. Seeing this waiter let him and Nixiang into the tavern, he didn't refuse.

The ancestor said, taking out his delicious spring wine and taking a big gulp. Suddenly, the beauty in front of him had double images, and the ancestor's mouth revealed a lecherous look, his face flushed red, like a fool.

Under the influence of the Buddha light, Ying Gou's method of extracting the souls of the City God and other underworld gods, as well as countless ghosts, was immediately interrupted.

Lu Nan looked worried. Nowadays, people like reporters are truly terrifying; writing nonsense is already considered light. Anyway, "one picture at the beginning, the content all depends on editing" is already a situation everyone knows.

Just as the entire Guangzhou City was surging because Uncle Nine was about to be canonized as a god of the underworld by the Underworld.

"Are you saying this tree demon started killing humans to take revenge?" Tushan Yaya seemed to have figured it out somewhat.

Ye Chen's figure appeared behind Yuan Bupo like a ghost. Yuan Bupo turned his head, his eyes splitting, and threw a punch violently.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the price of this pile of colorful agate had already been raised to 800,000 spirit stones.

Lin Mo'er, sitting on the left side of the back seat, was incredibly curious about these scenes, clinging to the car window and constantly asking her what kind of dog this was and what kind of dog that was.

The gun he dropped was neatly caught by Li Wei. Using this man's corpse as a shield, he kept walking forward and shot and killed 4 more men in a row.

What's more, not all investors came to find trouble at this time. Chen Wei's scolding actually implicated everyone.

"Speaking of which, how are you? Any adverse reactions? Why did I hear you've been hospitalized?" Fu Yu was somewhat worried about Lu Yaoyao's body, so she urgently wanted to know Lu Yaoyao's status.

At this moment, on the way to the Law Enforcement Hall, countless people were discussing after seeing Qin Feng trapped in a transparent cover.

Many people present, even if they hadn't been to Luyang County in person, could imagine the combat effectiveness of those Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers in Luyang County. Describing them as a pile of loose sand would not be an exaggeration at all.

When Qin Feng arrived there, the Water Tribe was a sky island, and there was no one around, so Qin Feng had to open the perspective map.

That Outer Hall Master was immediately frozen, and this Outer Hall Master roared, his huge body forcibly shattering the ice layer.

Obviously, every hype—no, every rhythm-setting—can basically be set up.

Obviously, this street did not surrender voluntarily, Shaoyu thought while walking. This magic apprentice said that the mages were all in the conference hall, and it would be reached after passing through this long corridor.

As soon as he entered the hall door, the captain of the guard knew it was bad, and by the time he finished speaking, Yan Han's eyes were as cold and piercing as ice prisms.

By the time the elder of the Profound Valley felt something was wrong, it was already too late. He had just turned his head when he discovered a pitch-black dagger had already violently stabbed toward him, the pitch-black dagger rapidly enlarging in his pupils. ===== CHAPTER 391 =====