Chapter 1831: Beheading the Nine Great Disciples: The Final Victory Belongs to the Pure Yang Sword Disciple

With a single sword strike, a mist of blood rose, filled with endless resentment.

This world of heaven and earth had turned into a sea of blood; basin-sized drops of fresh blood and countless bones fell onto the ground of the Sealing Spirit Desolate Domain, layer upon layer.

All these living beings were immortal Dao experts who once controlled regions in the Great Thousand World, yet now they died here like ants, without any value.

On the ground, rivers of blood flowed and seas of blood filled the sky; at this moment, it was no longer any exaggerated description, but a concrete statement of what was seen.

Some special skills have no Beast Manual, such as "Good and Evil Bring Their Own Rewards," and can only be inherited through demon refining.

After taking deep breaths more than ten times, his racing brain finally calmed down; then, looking at the attribute bar on his level-up panel, he tapped the upgrade mark behind the level several times in a row.

And now, because of Yun Ying, because of Huo Yuhao, and even more because of those students who persisted.

It is well known that in the King's game, once Yun Ying's three layers of Spear Intent are fully stacked, she can release a flame spear forward to attack enemies, with a range so vast it rivals a marksman's basic attack distance; and in this real world, proper combination of skills can unleash unexpected wonders.

If our side's strength is too great, we might encounter some "accident" during the great battle.

Discovering that the diary in hand could secretly control him, he terrifiedly handed it over to the principal; this is very reasonable.

Jiang Yushu happened to arrive and casually asked, "What's real and what's fake?" She rolled up her sleeves and helped wash the vegetables.

After handing Night to Old Wang, Zhang Li returned home and swapped the baby already trained to level 73 for another level 71 one to continue training.

Looking around, he found himself in a commercial complex; on the first floor was a large internet cafe, next to it a seaside avenue lined with coconut trees, and across the main road lay a paid beach that stretched so long one could not see its ends.

Zhong Xingyuan treasured Su Min's letter, while she tore up Zhong Huaiyuan's letter right in front of the boy.

Shen Mubai felt the taste of braised pork vanish from her mouth; she slightly widened her eyes, then grabbed the man's neck with one hand.

Mu Ling, riding on horseback, saw with her own eyes that Su Lixiao's chest had been pierced by a long halberd; while vomiting blood, he still charged forward with the momentum of a mutual destruction with the enemy, beheading the enemy leader.

Zhong Xingyuan looked down at his stall and indeed saw several jade bottles; she could not help feeling a bit envious, as most students in the academy were at the Yuan Transformation Realm, where second-grade pills were already unusable and only third-grade ones could be used; otherwise, she too could refine pills to sell for money.

"Hand it over." Mu Ling reached out and took the scroll from Mu Tong; upon unfolding it, she immediately laughed, and upon seeing the mark at the bottom of the letter paper, she laughed even more; back then, Xili had struggled over how to create a symbol others could not understand.

I ask you, among the ranks of the Divine Vein, which rank could directly touch the Ten Great Demon Flames within such a short time, and moreover seem to share a tacit understanding with each other?

Hou Yang and the others joked and laughed, trying to dilute this sorrowful feeling; Liu Heming's gaze flickered with a hint of firmness; Mu Ling had nothing to say, and when Hou Yang and Tang Jing left, Mu Ling did not even go to see them off.

At this moment, everything shrouded in mist seemed to become clear; Mu Ling finally understood why, when she first foresaw Zhang Zhu'er's death, she felt that place of death was somewhat familiar.

Tears blurred her eyes, yet at this moment her heart throbbed with pain, aching terribly, aching as if it would kill her.

The Immortal Music Sect's ball was divided into morning and evening sessions; at this moment the night session had not yet opened, and two waiters dressed in robes resembling those of the Qing dynasty officials stood at the door holding brooms, sweeping away the trash left by noon guests. Seeing her arrive, smiles appeared on their faces.