Chapter 1935: The Great Dao of the Immortal Sects Hit a Bottleneck

Zhu Que's Disciple blinked her eyes at the man and woman before her.

"Zhu... Zhu Que Disciple, hello..."

The Fusang Holy Maiden felt somewhat nervous.

She had never seen Zhu Que's Disciple in her youth and could only interact with her using the standard methods for Disciples, lacking experience entirely.

At the same time, she involuntarily opened a shield to protect the newborn Zhu Que's Disciple, because even a wisp of sword intent and leaked magic power from a sword cultivator could let this

The water surface was again illuminated blood-red by the nine-tailed crimson chakra bullets, making the entire sky seem as if it were on fire, with crimson everywhere.

Unfortunately, they didn't even give her a chance to keep accounts; she found two shops in the south of the city, both saying they had no bear gallbladder. Later, she found a larger pharmacy, but they said there wasn't much to begin with, and someone had bought it all in the morning.

Scar's heart began to drum, but he saw Zhang Shen casually wave his hand, a "Wind Shield" enveloping him, while the prison gate actually began to deform, transforming into two flower pots flanking both sides, as if welcoming the two inside.

In fact, his relationship with Xize was somewhat unclear. Like enemies, like friends, yet there was always a resonance.

An even more terrifying scene appeared: Kimimaro directly pulled a relatively thick shoulder-joint bone blade from his own left shoulder, gripping it in his hand.

After finishing the meal, Ren Qinfly and Senior Qian Haiguang conscientiously turned off the lights, no longer acting as lightbulbs for Yan Su and Ping'an, and left the restaurant first; they weren't blind, how could they not see that Yan Su had kept his left hand on Ping'an all night, and even if they couldn't see it, it didn't mean they couldn't tell.

"Hmph! Is the girl Moran from our department incapable?" Wesley, who always had a serious expression and spoke rarely, snorted coldly.

"Do I need to say the same words again?" Qin Hentian said calmly; the people of the Rong family fell silent like crickets, halting their assault. Such a killing god, drawing his sword at the slightest disagreement, with such peerless combat power, truly made people feel fear.

At this moment, if one looked from afar or from above, one would see a magnificent yet horrifying scene.

The appearance of Matter Annihilation Bullets and Meteor Cannons added some trouble for Zhang Shen and others, but due to the huge speed gap between the two sides, Zhang Shen and others could flexibly avoid these shells, which didn't produce much effect. Instead, the deployment of the Pseudo-Black Hole Generator made them feel conflicted.

During that time, a demon ghost attached itself to the Buddha statue and once came out wanting to stop Grandpa, but Grandpa didn't give them a chance to speak, cutting them down with a single slash.

As my understanding of Yin Puppet deepened, I also felt that going to Wuchen Mountain to save people myself was somewhat unrealistic; if I added this Wuchen Ancestor, perhaps the chances of success would increase significantly.

The furnishings and furniture inside the room all looked extremely valuable, solidifying my identity as the Second Master completely.

Erlang Shen blamed the Chang'an Divine General for not planting the proper spiritual herbs, but instead planting chili peppers and stinky grass; such a forced accusation naturally failed to convince the Chang'an Divine General. Did he need anyone else's approval to plant whatever spiritual herbs he wished? If Erlang Shen had not failed to keep watch over his own Howling Heaven Dog, this incident would never have occurred.

Putting down the hand from his forehead, Zeyan turned to look at Ruoli sleeping soundly; with a raised hand, a cloud quilt covered her, and the bright pearl also slowly dimmed its luster.

He had a belly full of evil fire needing release, but suffered from having no flood discharge channel, so it could only accumulate in his body, stifled in his heart.

"Look at these common people before you; do you think those people still have the qualification to live in this world?" I asked with a fierce look in my eyes.

Butler Wei just stood motionless, letting him strike, his figure not even shaking once; in the darkness, his expression was complex.

After He Chuan got up and came downstairs to eat breakfast, Cheng Hui didn't speak to him, but prepared cutlery for him and poured a cup of milk, a very normal attitude, yet he simply didn't speak.