Chapter 1803: The Fruit of the Yin-Yang Sword Disciple

Jiang Ding lingered in the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm for another thousand-plus years.

During these thousand-plus years, he did not do much; he simply asked the Sun Sword Master for guidance daily and discussed the Sword Dao with the Great Yin and Great Sun Sword Disciples.

The remaining time was naturally spent cultivating, comprehending and learning new Sword Dao Gong Fa, and drawing inferences about new magical cultivation Gong Fa; he eagerly enriched his immortal Dao foundation.

Among these comprehended Gong Fa was the supreme classic of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, the "Great Yin Great Sun Sword Scripture."

She spent her days with her hair disheveled, demanding that anyone she saw help her "face the sovereign," making General Wen so annoyed that he simply slept in a separate room. Seeing her mother in such a dazed state, and finding that no comfort worked, Wen Yulan hated Wen Yukou even more.

Resisting meant being wiped out without a single survivor, just like the other mercenary groups; naturally, all their wealth went missing, and various rumors spread through the mercenary world.

Mu Yi, having obtained a King-level Martial Art, naturally qualified to join the Tianyu Spirit Academy; he clenched his fists tightly and murmured that to fully unleash the "Ten Thousand Li Shanhe Map" sooner, he must work even harder.

"Hey, folks, does anyone have medicine for seasickness or carsickness? Give me a few pills first." Optimus Prime, upon hearing they would take a boat, immediately became tense and spoke to us several with great anxiety.

Duan Fei wore a blue tight-fitting outfit; his eyebrows were thick, his eyes looked somewhat fierce and menacing, and his face appeared quite rugged; he invited directly and straightforwardly.

Yin Chunian suddenly raised a sword; that sword flew up beside the Heavenly Empress. Qiu Li and Hua Cen struggled together, but only for an instant; two Heavenly Phoenixes of the Heavenly Phoenix clan rushed toward them, leaving them unable to attend to themselves.

"Heaven and Earth, only I can control the life and death of all, and only I can determine the fate of all," Xiao Yan said, yet his eyes turned blood-red as he spoke.

Seeing Shinji's sixth Pokémon, everyone couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, emitting waves of exclamations.

"Alright, then I will go now; after I finish going, I will personally bid you farewell and leave." Mu Yi nodded lightly and said; he planned to leave Feng Qingyu City after attending the Chen family banquet and venture properly into the outside world.

Even if she truly died, she would not leave; thus, looking into Nameless's eyes, a trace of killing intent seemed to appear in her gaze.

With her ear being pulled by the beauty, Su Jingnian grimaced in pain, spoke recklessly, and hurriedly begged for mercy. She couldn't figure out which sentence she had just said that had provoked the beauty.

She laughed softly, attempting to hide her inner guilt and embarrassment with such a method, but did not expect Yin Ting to see through it at a glance; he glanced coldly at Tang Miao, and the temperature of the surrounding air instantly dropped.

Along the way, Shu Mo held Uncle He's ashes and arrived at the cemetery; until Uncle He was buried, Shu Mo gazed at Uncle He's photo on the tombstone and knelt on the ground for a long time without rising.

Leng Ran curled up in the bedding, burying her face deep into the pillow; her eyes were wide open, yet held not a glimmer of light, only the deepest helplessness and confusion.

Or perhaps this was also within Meng Yue's calculations? He calculated that after the Old Lady heard that Uncle Mu was a fellow townsman of the Han family, she would certainly make some conjectures, so he repeatedly urged her to spread this false news.

Powerful forceful wind emanated from his body; the ink line snapped with a "zheng," and the Daoist children were all knocked flying backward.

Shen Mo Bei took out cigarettes from his pocket; thinking this was the bedroom and recalling she had once told him not to smoke in the bedroom, he casually put the cigarettes back into his pocket.

A servant came in, glanced at Ji Ruoli, then immediately spotted Qinghong; he immediately pulled Qinghong aside, and after a murmur of whispers, Qinghong finally understood what was happening.

He Siyuan and Cao Jiaying also came over; they supported my arms on the left and right, lifted me up, and carried me to that black box.