Chapter 1811: The Sword That Shatters Heaven and Earth

The Seven Killings Dao Disciple was a demonic youth with skin nearly transparent.

Threads of blood light would occasionally surface within his dharma body.

He sat cross-legged in a palace of white bones and flesh, as countless dark yin evil qi rolled in, surging into an exquisite black banner before him.

From time to time, wailing human souls and demon souls were spat from his mouth, burned and smelted by dark yin flames, refining these spirit souls into crystal-clear soul threads.

Then, the soul threads were woven

"Must I have a reason to come see my friend?" Yexiao Meijiu glared with her beautiful eyes, turned her head in a pout, and secretly glanced at Ye Chen, who had no intention of flattering her but was instead sipping juice through a straw with an expression of "You continue, I'm watching!"

What was the Evil Dragon Venerable? Although she had never seen it, she knew it was an existence between a Sage and an Immortal Venerable.

But Yan Bei was different; in just a few short years, he had relied on military might to become the uncrowned king of Youzhou. Dong Zhuo, who had whipped the world, was driven back by them, the people of Guandong, to take refuge in a corner of Guanshi. Although he controlled the imperial court, the division of the world had become a certainty.

"Amnesia?" He Zheng was stunned; how could a plotline that only existed in past-life films and dramas actually appear?

Li Minghui, the chief of Hang Gao, approached the Luo Sect's front, shook hands; this was the etiquette between their chiefs, just like coaches in a formal match, and it felt quite nice to play the role once.

Thinking of the gentleness and generosity of these two sisters, especially their beauty that could make flowers blush, Ye Tian's smile grew ever brighter, and ever more sinister.

He Zheng was slightly stunned; initially, he had personally guarded the other party all day with no sign of waking, yet he never expected him to wake now.

Wang Chen still brought out the Mantis; one could only say his recent feel was good, and playing it still felt very right.

Guo Si was greatly surprised that Yan Bei's envoy had entered his own camp; he knew clearly what Yan Bei wanted, but Li Jian Jue could obviously give him all those things. So why did Yan Bei send his own envoy, especially Sun Zong, this persuader, to his camp?

The Royal Gambling House was as lively as ever; when Su Ni entered, he found that people were still discussing the huge gamble of the marriage selection, and even heard his own name.

The Sword Hero pondered; if he could recount the deeds and professional identities known in the twenty-first century, it would surely be more comprehensive, but since the Beauty Zhao asked how Yuan Tiangang was now, the Sword Hero had no choice but to answer regardless.

Tang Zeng guessed it might be because his current power was too great, and since he held the Yama's Order, the Sin Mirror dared not be too presumptuous.

When Wu Dasong spoke these words, his eyes were filled with reluctance, clearly showing that this pill was extremely precious.

Before the fist and finger even met, a "Boom" suddenly erupted, sounding as if the air itself had been crushed and exploded, startling everyone's hearts to tighten.

The cultivators who came here to witness the tribulation were all close to Qi Tianshou; they were either summoned by him or descendants of the two Great Sages, Black and White. Hong Hai'er was a close friend to them all, and would certainly not cause any harm to Qi Tianshou.

But since the Sword Hero knew, Jin Liuli might as well boldly admit it; perhaps the Sword Hero would then see if he could let her go.

Come to think of it, Cheng Hui herself had wondered whether this was Tang Nianjin's doing, but even with ten times her courage, she would not dare utter a single word.

Although all nine only managed to get Mauser combat pistols, which did not possess the extreme precision of rifles, the trump card of Stauffenberg and his group lay in the fact that every bullet had been coated with poison.

In ordinary times, they could not meet at all, and Qi Tianshou had no reason to start a fight or conflict, but ascending the throne was an extremely suitable occasion; although some changes might occur in the middle, Qi Tianshou did not care; as long as the founding of the nation succeeded, he could immediately summon ten immortal figures of varying cultivation.