Chapter 1883: The Magnificent Immortal Dynasty's Immortal Dao Foundation Belongs to This Lord

Jiang Ding gazed at the Taiping Flying Sword in his hand.

This was a beam of light, a colorless ray of the sun, descending into the present era from the End of Dharma Age across countless ages.

If the angle shifted, a faint nine-colored hue could be seen; the essence of light is a mixture of many colors.

Just as his Great Dao had absorbed the Immortal Gate, the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, the Ancient God Ancestor, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the Six Realms of Reincarnation, and all useful things encountered on the path, melting them into his Great Dao,

At the same time, the Lotus-Sitting Guanyin transformed into the Thousand-Armed Guanyin; countless arms extended, countless ghost claws reaching out to grab Zhang Tianci.

Therefore, he needed someone to watch him, to help analyze the feasibility of every step. From beginning to end, he had always been a man of average talent; Chen Rui was very clear on this point. Having great talent to assist him, he could not ask for more.

"I haven't tried it, I don't know, but I think it shouldn't be too difficult," Li Ang said indifferently. He was not lying; back then, he had skipped several levels of assessment and applied directly for the Nine Sun Day Demon Alchemist assessment. He had never actually participated in the Five Sun Day Demon Alchemist rank certification assessment.

Luo De stopped, casually waved his hand, and drew the iron plate lying on the ground nearby into his hand.

At first, Gao Jin naturally thought there was a trick involved, but after carefully inspecting everything Zhang Jing had sent, he found nothing abnormal. After thinking it over and over, he did not feel that Zhang Jing had hidden any sinister moves.

At this moment, he was incredibly glad that he had sold vegetables for a few days; at least now, when attracting customers, he did not feel embarrassed or unfamiliar.

Zhuge Fangming did not know what was wrong with him; he felt this mood of his was not right, yet he could not find the cause. That night, he locked himself in his room, thinking carefully about all the past matters between him and Liang Ji.

Although Zhu Youxiao and Lu Shou had not spent much time together, this old eunuch who had served as the Zhang Yin of the Directorate of Ceremonials during his grandfather Zhu Yijun's reign, whose ability and loyalty made Zhu Youxiao very satisfied, suddenly hearing that he had died, Zhu Youxiao still found it hard to accept.

Several nobles who had not yet gone far also looked up upon hearing this, directing their gaze at the falling point of light. When the point of light became as bright as a light bulb, these nobles also cried out in shock.

As she spoke, a dark light suddenly flashed on the black bracelet on Lona's wrist; its style quietly changed, and intricate patterns emerged from the bracelet's surface, looking like a exquisite work of art.

In the vast and boundless wild lands of the ancient times, how many divine and strange giant beasts were there? Among them were not a few who were skilled at hiding and fleeing; even more so, some could instantly flee a hundred li! There was absolutely no trace to be found.

"That is not necessarily so; in a moment, you will have to change your tune." Chao Zi took the jade ring, shone a flashlight on it from above, and the ring became transparent. He casually spun it a few times, then closed his eyes. After his eyelids trembled slightly, tears actually flowed down.

This strike completely shook Bai Po's Ice Kui Shield; a large crack appeared on the shield's body, and it could not support itself for a few more hits.

It was nothing more than that his mind also contained some thoughts of being driven by lust.

"Whoever holds the first place's head and left hand, give it to me, and I will not kill anyone..." Yan Wei Lou's voice was very light, yet everyone present heard it clearly.

With a 'pata' sound, the champagne glass slipped from his hand; the wine soaked his crotch completely, yet he had no reaction at all, as if struck by a petrification spell.

This was also an opportunity for all manufacturers; if grasped well, they could break free from the passivity of only knowing how to produce, with sales figures entirely at the mercy of offline distributors.

All the assassins were called away by a whistle; the ice cream shop, originally filled with alarms, now seemed to have returned to its usual tranquility. However, where the shop owner was at this moment, no one knew at all.