Chapter 437: Savior

Run! Run! Run!

Gu Youran tried her best to escape; she didn't believe the ghost stories of the Heavenly Demon cultivator.

Although the other party said that handing over the Dragon Vein would let her leave, Gu Youran didn't believe it.

According to records, the technique cultivated by Heavenly Demon cultivators, the Heavenly Demon Canon, has the effect of perfect possession.

As long as the cultivation base meets the standard, not only will possession not fail, but even different races and different genders can be possessed.

Although she was only a Postnatal Immortal Body, at least it was an Immortal Body, this Heavenly Demon cultivator

Chen Chufan understood; it turned out that this new brother of his, Du, not only liked watching American sci-fi movies, but it seemed he also liked Chinese Xianxia, even the immortal aura had come out.

When the host announced that Chen Chufan was about to start speaking, all the reporters off the stage instantly became spirited. Thousands of gazes focused on Chen Chufan, who was sitting in the middle of the podium, and the entire venue instantly became silent.

Yang Shao Sect returned to the Zhongqi Bank Building and sat quietly in his office on the 48th floor for a long time. Others were also there; everyone just gathered together silently, drinking tea and coffee, and smoking.

Moreover, the target was Min Tianqi, who was high and mighty; regardless of appearance, education, family background, or wealth, Min Tianqi was top-notch.

The agreement for ten thousand units of magic power had been signed; they had to labor here day and night for three thousand years before they could get that book of Primitive Dao Interpretation.

The Big Wild Boar only felt a flash of blue light before his eyes. He didn't know what was going on, but his whole body felt cold. From his feet up, his body turned into ice cubes, instantly changing from fresh pork to frozen pork, without even giving the Big Wild Boar time to react or protest.

Ye Xiangnan clearly sensed that Ye Ming was only at the early stage of the Spirit Sea; he hadn't looked highly upon this level of cultivation many years ago.

Suddenly, he felt that intense murderous aura approaching again. Turning his head, he actually saw Night Soul's blade hacking toward Ling Xin.

It was just that Jiang Rancong didn't take these soldiers seriously at all. In his eyes, these Demon soldiers were just creatures similar to ants, so he stood proudly in place. As long as the other party launched an attack on him, he would take action and burn them into slag.

But the effect of Chen Tai's rhetoric was hard to say. Because Chen Chufan just listened quietly, but never said a word.

Actually, he felt quite stifled in his heart; today's matter clearly had nothing to do with him, but coincidentally, he was also trapped here.

The next day, the last page of the Xinmin Newspaper published two photos. One was a worker in white clothes wearing a mask and gloves, and the shining brass pot in front of him. The other photo was the gate of Chu Tian Pharmaceuticals.

Hua Meiniang did not sacrifice her Heaven and Earth Dharma Image; her palm power was surging, and she also brought out the bewitching floral fragrance, making Shen Feng secretly guard against it, fearing that he would fall into a trap.

"Momo, see you next time!" After listening to Shi Hao's words, Duan Chi didn't feel anything wrong at all, but showed a charming smile to Su Momo, then got out of the car, waved to Su Momo, and turned to leave.

"No, don't fight with Chenchen, you can't beat him!" Ke'er cried anxiously, pulling his arm tightly, her eyes filled with tears, her lips pressed tightly, and she turned her head to glare at Nangong Chen. Nangong Chen moved his hands, his knuckles clicking as he clenched them, but his gaze was ice-cold, and he had no intention of ending it there.

Qin Susu, however, looked straight ahead, not even opening her eyes to look at the person on the bed, and then looked directly at Baili Cangming.

At this moment, he only felt countless things churning in his chest and abdomen, with a feeling of wanting to vomit, which was somewhat similar to the feeling transmitted from the Central Plains to the Penglai Continent.

However, Old Marquis's face, that terrifying cold feeling, was not fake. If it were a dream, it would be too real.

He had suffered losses before; Li Xinru had deceived him like this back then, so he had grown cautious now. ===== CHAPTER 438 =====