Chapter 1887: Great Dream Sword Realm

In the great hall.

Someone chose without hesitation to cultivate the Supreme Great Sun Sword Scripture and began asking the being that resembled a statue, with no hesitation at all.

Life could not get any worse; even another dead end would be fine, as it would at least allow one to see a different kind of risk.

Some hesitated.

Some sighed softly, thinking of their parents, wives, and children, and left this place in gloom, allowing their dream memories here to fade, willingly going to their deaths.

"She is far smarter than that fox spirit; she knows how to endure at the right time and fears whether I possess the ability to resist her.

If Han Ge were to evaluate her performance in this segment, he would say it was very pleasant, completely flawless, even though Han Ge did not know which tune she was playing.

"Alright, stop mocking me," Huang Xiao quickly slapped away the soft arm on his body, yet the instant he touched the other's smooth skin, his whole body shuddered.

Not only was Old Shao feeling the sunlight; in a pitch-black room in a certain city, a withered old man lay on a wooden bed. Dim sunlight shot in through the gaps in the curtains, striking the head of the bed and forming a long, narrow strip of light.

True Person Yiyan was instantly speechless; only someone with Yang Fan's temperament would have the mind to pretend to faint at a time like this.

Moreover, in the real world, his frequency of using the Evil Dragon Power — Odd was far greater than that of the Evil Dragon Power — Clothing.

The entire open space trembled slightly; the forceful wind from the explosion scattered outward. Song Zheng crossed his arms in front of him, and his sleeves were instantly torn apart by the forceful wind, with several red marks immediately appearing on his arms.

The appearance of the space was no different from the dark interior scenes depicted in the murals on the left and right sides inside the Gate of Truth.

Fortunately, before long, Brother Lu Dabuai came to pick up the pitiful Yu Chuxuan, and so Yu Chuxuan strode into the venue with high spirits and a proud air, under the bewildered gazes of the two male gatekeepers.

Hearing this, Shi Lei, who was nearby, could not help but stir with thought; if Zhang Kejie alone produced five thousand yuan, what about the company?

Mo Ning strode up the heavenly ladder, yet as soon as he stepped onto the first tier, lightning rained down from the endless void. Every bolt of lightning radiated a destructive black light, sufficient even to blast and kill ordinary Earth Immortal-level experts.

As for this scorched earth mess, they were too lazy to care; it would just add another barrier to the ancient city of Naver.

At this moment, Mo Ning was like a deity. His thick, black hair strands floated behind him, his pitch-black eyes were crystal clear, sixteen lifelike green flood dragons coiled around his body, and his true energy rose like a beacon of smoke, piercing the clouds. Behind him, a mouthful of Yellow Springs gushed forth, and the radiance of the rosy clouds blazed intensely.

Upon realizing that the realms of those water-element demon beasts were merely Domain Master Seventh Rank, Li Lingtian immediately leaped up, spun his body, and the scorching flames instantly transformed into several giant dragons that roared and coiled, charging toward those water-element demon beasts.

With one pull, Lu Yu Zitong drew his sword but did not withdraw; he felt a scorching flow surge from the sword blade into his palm and straight into his body. Immediately, he also urged his mysterious art and internal strength to rise and resist.

Afterwards, in a corner, he saw dense piles of corpses: humans, alien races, and some powerful ferocious beasts. These were the food they had hunted, and they had not even spared some of their own kind.

In an instant, on the surface of the Wutong red fruit, dark cracks appeared one after another, and even crisp breaking sounds transmitted outward, just like porcelain shattering.

A treasure is a treasure; since the era of the Sages, few pills have possessed such effects. This nephew of my master is indeed a person of great ability.

At this moment, Liu Yun lay bent over on the edge of the kang bed, his abdomen convulsing violently again and again; each convulsion brought up a large mouthful of filthy vomit.

After ending the audio call with Tobiqui, Mo Ye's communicator rang again. Mo Ye accepted the video invitation, and a light screen popped up before him; the figure appearing in the image was Fernando in a uniform.