Chapter 1932: The Traditional Etiquette of the Human Sword Disciple

In the desolate, deathly silence of the starry void.

The Supreme Sword Disciple tried for a long time, tried many times, yet could never find the path to the Great Dream Sword Realm.

Only then did he suddenly realize that things once within reach, things as ordinary as sunlight, air, and the sun, moon, and stars, contained too much unknown.

"Impossible!"

"A mere seven steps; most of the main body is already complete, the hardest part is solved, could it be that this Dao..."

"Fool, I already said it's huge, is there any need to look?" After Jin Wuque finished speaking, he looked at Zi Feng with a mischievous smile.

"Demon, demon?" The villagers began to panic; who could remain calm knowing there were demons in the mountains near their village?

Lin Yi retracted the Fire Feather at this very moment. These spirit cultivators, fearing the might of the Divine Venerable and Xiang Lingyue, had already made their decision; at the very least, they would not fight again.

With a booming crash, the blade light struck the warhead, and in the massive explosion shockwave, the warhead was split in two.

"Qingyan, rest assured, I will return. I said I would protect you." Zi Huang dispelled Qingyan's worries.

The moment Long Lin saw Qin Tianyin, he was struck by her otherworldly beauty, yet Qin Tianyin herself was completely unaware, having grown even more delicate and vibrant in her twenty-seventh year.

"Teacher Ouyang, tell your people to stop searching; there is indeed something within the city continuously attracting the mutated ferocious beasts." Chi Hua's suddenly spoken words shocked everyone in the hall.

The reason production must still be maintained at a certain level now is mainly to keep the equipment and organization of the two new armies, the Gray Legion and the Northern Desert Legion.

Kong Yingda and Zhangsun Shunde's words caused a stir among the ministers, while Zhangsun Wuji's eyes revealed a moment of contemplation.

The speed of the Extermination Immortal Divine Sword was beyond what any cultivator could reach. However, Ran Chong knew he had committed a grave error, so with a heart resolved to die, he burned his Primordial Spirit, using his life to propel himself, and arrived ahead of time just as the Extermination Immortal Divine Sword was about to strike Ran Taihang.

And the person they were looking for was right there in the middle of the restaurant, head down, eating non-stop with a panting sound.

He naturally saw the hands of Yuan Xiao and the other intertwined, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and ensured they did not notice.

"Very well, I will grant your wish." Yan Zi gathered a bit of magic power in her hand and reached out to pinch the Young Master's neck.

Thinking of having previously seen him wearing a military uniform near the Military Department building, Yan Qianyi's heart gave a start.

Blood-tinged yellow sand pounced all over the Young Master's head and face, turning the originally white-robed, exquisite Young Master into a beggar.

"After the Ancestral God passed away, two gods first appeared in the Heavenly Realm; you heard this from the Fairy, one is the Tianshan Prefect who governs all living things, and the other is the Taishan Prefect who governs all dead things."

The black-hearted merchant beside him watched Chu Xiu's operation and couldn't help but smack his lips; he felt this was far simpler than him contacting the crawler, but unfortunately, he could not learn it.

Because the half-orcs had already arrived, those knights on the distant city walls, who possessed no combat power, were merely stalling for time.

However, she couldn't help but feel a bit of sighing in her heart; if he truly could not bear it, how could he have taken such an extreme path?

Eyes bloodshot, tears wet Mo Lei's robes; both wore expressions of disbelief.

In the middle, he tore off the TT, joined directly, and immediately let out a low roar in excitement and comfort.

The sudden wall slam made Ling Qianyi's eyes widen in shock; for a long while she said nothing, only feeling a buzzing sound in her ears. It was Feng Yinxiu, but she heard absolutely nothing of what was said.

The night air was slightly cool; it should have been a good time for thousands of households to fall asleep, yet too many people kept their eyes open until dawn.

But after searching for a long time, there was no trace of a mobile phone; instead, the heavy smell of gasoline made her dare not continue searching.

Coming straight at her, a meatball flew rapidly, colliding directly with Wen Li. Wen Li, unprepared, stumbled under the impact, looking as if she was about to fall.