Chapter 1834: Immortal Dao Industrial Complex of the Sealed Spirit Desolate Realm

Clearly, at this moment, among the hundreds of millions of human and demon cultivators, a vast number had already begun to busy themselves.

Lianshui Tianren flipped through the pages repeatedly, discovering that these various tasks covered all aspects: alchemy, artifact forging, law enforcement, purging law-breaking cultivators in certain areas, and so on; the most numerous involved producing various unknown-purpose items at a place called a Factory.

She committed all these matters to memory and turned to the section listing what merit could be exchanged for.

Instantly, Lianshui Tianren's breath hitched.

"The fourth match: Wolf King Victor wins, Wizard Barton loses! Today's contests end here; disperse!" After Leiku finished speaking, he withdrew the protective barrier entirely and swept his sleeve as he descended the stairs.

One man and one wolf galloped freely through the mountains, tireless. Time flew; Li Huan bid farewell to Taotao, returned to the courtyard, and wandered about. Fleeting memories of the past flashed through his mind; everything seemed as if it were yesterday.

Yet each of these light arrows, upon striking the foul blood shield, seemed to lose their power and fell unwillingly.

Pang Kai paced back and forth for a long time... finally stopping, he said, "Now we can only do this!" As he spoke, he waved his large hand, sealing the head of this terrifying demon leader into his light ring.

Wu Aihua naturally heard none of the praise from Hitler, who was far away in Europe. On New Year's Day of 1938, after escaping Dianhu Lake, Wu Aihua, Shen Ren, and Kong Wu were hastening toward Jiaxing. Due to the return of Liu Chuanping's Tenth Army to defensive positions, Jiaxing had already been occupied by the Japanese army.

"Alas, this is our fault; we attacked one too many transport convoys, never expecting it would trap the submarine flotilla." As an excellent submarine warfare tactician, Dönitz had long since figured out the entire situation, front and back.

Her parents doted on her so much, holding her like a Princess in their palms and cherishing her in their hearts.

"What was your true purpose when you transformed into the Ten-Thousand-Year Snake King and came to the human world!" Pang Kai asked, panting heavily.

"So what? I will persuade him to personally write one." Ma Ran remained full of confidence.

Ye Feng Qingyu was struck as if by lightning, instantly frozen in place; she stared blankly at Li Ruyu, her mind completely blank.

Cang Zhu had intended to return to his room to rest, but Ming Xuan simply would not let him go; Cang Zhu could only agree.

"I have not yet apologized to her, nor do I know how badly that Miss was injured?" Who could have known that Ming Xuan would suddenly burst out at that moment.

The people surged forward, surrounding Xu Xian in the middle, speaking all at once in a clamor, extremely enthusiastic.

"People like this, when they meet us outside, wag their tails like dogs." Zheng Xiu said with a smile.

The rudeness just now can only be compensated for as best as possible now; they did not come today to offend the Lord Monarch, for otherwise their days would be hard from then on.

Because he was usually dull and foolish, no one was willing to befriend him; when he sought their favor, they only responded with mockery.

Do the energy laws of the Dragon Clan truly allow such arbitrary rule? Do they truly grant immortality and indestructibility?

Then, holding his war blade, he was about to lead his army to charge toward Du Bian's Great Dragon Fortress, about to personally destroy Du Bian's seventy cannons.

Because Yang Dong Xue was sitting with them, she clearly heard the words Qin Jinghe whispered to Gu Xingmian.

She did not know why, but seeing Shangguan Xuer made her feel particularly displeased. At the very least, she wanted to gain some verbal advantage.

He was eagerly waiting for one person's arrival; today he had announced that Jing Wuwei, one of the Four Divine Generals who had recently returned victorious to the capital, would enter the palace to discuss the bond between ruler and subject.

A great wind rose, clouds flew; banners fluttered, an iron cavalry torrent surged; a mighty army finally vanished into the horizon.

"But I still have some things I haven't bought." How could Ye Yiyi be content to return like this?

The old dead soul spoke gently: Originally, Dong Xue Nianci carried the heaviest resentment; to these dead souls, she was like the sun in winter, so they all liked to gather around her, not to bully her. Now that she is about to be taken away, these dead souls certainly will not allow it. To take Dong Xue Nianci away, Ximen Jing must pay a price.