Chapter 1936: The Year the Dream Realms Converged

Jiang Ding inspected the various aspects of the Zhu Que Grand Academy one by one, then made his way straight to the Vice President of the Zhu Que Grand Academy, the Holy Maiden of He Huan.

This fellow was in the office, wearing a black small suit, a tie, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, writing and drawing something on the desk, seemingly engaged in teaching planning.

Jiang Ding fell into a slight silence.

"Hehe!"

The Holy Maiden of Fusang sneered, looking up at the sky.

"Oh my,"

"Brother Master Tushan"

Although they were merely very shallow believers, that did not change the fact of their faith. Of course, since they were trying their best to conceal it, Lin Nan naturally would not expose their shortcomings.

So he immediately crouched his body down, a cold, dim light flickering in his eyes, the veins on his hands beginning to protrude one by one, and his strength condensed to its strongest degree, ready to strike at any moment.

"If that is truly the case, Gaara is indeed the youngest Kage in history," Kakashi remarked.

But leaving now would likely require another half year to re-gather the strength needed to break through to the Demon God Realm.

Once someone started this, the matter would be easy to handle, and it seemed there was nothing that could not be said.

As for the Western Region Imperial City, after going to the Northern Region, Xia Liu would consider whether to immediately investigate the mastermind behind the Tian Fu.

Another scream rang out; the big man's lips turned from blue to purple, tears swirling in his eyes from the pain. Unable to speak a word and too afraid to do so, he could only express his indignation with a resentful gaze.

Seeing the arrows, which fell like heavy rain, rushing down with tremendous killing power, Tie Yingnan, standing at the very front of the military formation, did not move her body. She continuously swung a thick iron rod in her hand, intercepting the sharp arrows aimed at her.

Yang Weiwei felt the weight in her arms; although she cared deeply, thinking of her own and her best friend's safety, she still handed Qiu Mengqi over to Luo Hebin.

Seeing this, he frowned slightly, gathered his spirit and calm, and recited the Super Life Spirit Spell once more, but the Ghost Spirit Pearl still showed no reaction whatsoever.

"Good!" Nine Elephants agreed without the slightest hesitation. If Old Lady Fu asked him to propose, he would propose. If she asked him to cherish and love the Lu family Miss, then he would cherish and love her.

Secretly despising his own cheap father-in-law in his heart, Zhang Yan dared not be arrogant at this very moment.

Tang Qi did not let him deal with those alien creatures; for him, this was simply a huge piece of good news.

"Haha." After Ye Luo finished speaking, Hamu suddenly burst out laughing, only stopping after a long while, yet the coldness in his eyes had already become as solid as a substance.

Ningyi walked in front, while the path-lost one followed behind; as the two walked and walked, they arrived before the second heavenly prison of the Tongtian Sect.

On those two scrolls, painted with ancient ink and wash methods, were two ghost officers, one black and one white, both with solemn expressions.

"Song Yongkang, have you decided? Do you want to delay the start? However, delaying the start might very well cause all the audience to leave their homes." Someone backstage asked.

Accompanying the voice, a figure walked slowly into the hall. The two looked up and saw it was indeed the Head of the Ye Family.

With Ye Luo's sudden roar, this man "plop" directly knelt before Ye Luo, and a look of terror appeared on his face, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

This girl, Lu Xiaoxiao, was truly a soft-hearted person; how could she have actively provoked Feng Jiayin?

That mouthful of black fresh blood was blood flowing out after his liver inside the body had shattered. External wounds could be cured, but a shattered internal liver, even if a god came, could not be saved.

"Sit tight!" Ye Feng spoke lightly, turned the front of the car, and this Maserati Quattroporte already sped up the winding mountain road of Qingya Mountain.

First, Cheng Jin was of the opposite sex; second, she was her boss. If Cheng Jin did not speak, she really could not think of what to say to Cheng Jin.