Chapter 1839: The Great Sun Sword Dao Is Not the Sword Dao of Being a Dog

Hard work for hundreds of thousands of years.

Ultimately, unable to penetrate the path of the True Immortal.

Indeed, one could say there is no hope to be seen at all, not even a one percent chance; this is as laughable as a cicada trying to live for a hundred years.

The youth in green clothes had a head full of white hair, wrinkles spreading across his face, and remained silent.

A sense of desolation and bleakness spread unconsciously in all directions, infecting all beings; hundreds of millions of lives in the entire Dream Domain simultaneously felt this desolation and bleakness, which was extremely eerie.

In a single night, the entire Sea Demon Clan was as if facing a powerful enemy, and the land-dwelling Sea Demon Clan outside the sea domain also ordered people to begin surveillance; as long as a large number of powerful beings approached their sea domain, they would immediately relay the news to the Sea Demon Lord.

At this moment, Long Qianxun leaped into the void and beckoned with one hand, causing Panlong to appear in his grasp; only to see Long Qianxun's figure already positioned beneath the Lei Gao Jie in the sky, where golden heavenly thunder did not fall but instead circled around Long Qianxun, and bolts of lightning wrapped him up.

Hui Niang went to her room to catch up on sleep; with only three people left in the house, Su Zijin went outside to feed the cows, while Ran Wei prepared breakfast in the kitchen. After all, the man on the kang had not yet woken, so they had no reason to continue looking after him.

"Come, tomorrow is the final class before the course ends; by then, us brothers will have to go our separate ways. Today, we drink until we pass out." The eldest also got into the mood.

Shaking his head to cast these thoughts from his mind, Bai Ziming sat down again on a patch of ground where he could see Yao Beibei, then kept a constant watch on her situation while mechanically digging up the supreme-grade Golden Spirit Stones beside him.

Five minutes later, the two security guards were tied up with ropes and placed on the sofa, each with a bottle of Wuliangye stuffed in their mouths. To say these two were tough was an understatement; Zhong Shan was sweating profusely from all the commotion, yet they remained completely unconscious, gulping gulping, and somehow finished the bottles while still asleep.

Seeing Jiang Lengyong's sudden look of desolation and regret, everyone roughly guessed the course of events; serving as a capable assistant to an enemy with whom one harbors boundless hatred was truly a deeply ironic thing.

The foundation for storing demonic energy is physical body strength, and comparing the human physical body to the demon race's physical body, it is nothing less than the gap between steel and tofu—completely two different substances.

Just then, a system prompt sound suddenly ringing in the ears of the three people answered her question.

Ran Wei did not mind, after all, to people from the county like them, these red fruits were wild fruits, unknown berries.

Relying on the true essence of sword-tapping, one sword form consists of thirteen movements; although the force was awkward and severe cases could even twist the body's strength until it broke, the sword technique executed was without any obstruction, flowing with incredible smoothness.

He Luoshen put away the soft rope, and only then could the three clearly see the scene on the third level: there were no Buddha statues enshrined here, but the walls were hung with many paintings of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin.

"Mingcheng, who was that white-haired man who saved you?" Xin Wan ate the apple Mingcheng had peeled, while holding a medical classic in her hand, one given to her by Imperial Physician Lin, said to be for beginners.

However, although Xu Mu had refused on his end, Xia Hong had not given up: "Director Xu, I know it is presumptuous to suddenly seek you out, but our cooperation would benefit everyone."

The 'Sun Chaser' described by Professor X was his final wish, embodying the last shred of hope in his heart.

Suddenly, he smelled a rather unique barbecue aroma, somewhat pungent, as plumes of black smoke slowly rose from beside the fire.

Those lucky enough to catch one with writing were overjoyed, while those unlucky enough sighed heavily, secretly resolving to arrive earlier tomorrow.

Wang Zhengdao's warning did not stop Karina's demonic whispering; she continued to use a gentle tone to evoke Surt's few childhood memories of his mother, while adding many details concerning herself.

The commandery-county system prevented same-surname clan members from killing each other, but it weakened the imperial court's control over the Qin state.