Chapter 1946: Dharma-Quenching Great Sun Immortal Scripture

Time flowed like water,

leisurely passing,

already ten thousand years.

Jiang Ding cultivated daily as usual, forging flying swords, watching the endless starry sky through the channels of the Sacred Fushang Land, handling various matters within the Great Dream Sword Realm, constantly gathering the wisdom of countless geniuses from the endless starry sky, and guiding this torrent of wisdom toward the direction of the "Seven Emotions and Six Desires, Dharma-Quenching, Ascension, Great Sun Sword Soul Embryo."

He was the helmsman of this torrent of wisdom, guiding this power to destroy Gaoshan.

"Ha! Xinping will certainly not disappoint the expectations of my lord father." At this moment, Da Ye Xinping was full of confidence and continued to pontificate on affairs of state.

At the morning court session the next day, the memorial requesting the establishment of Consort Li as Empress was delivered to Liu Qi's hands on time.

This Sunday, RB Leipzig will begin their first match of the new season, but team core Emil Forsberg, due to throat inflammation, will miss the first round of the German Cup; as for whether he can recover in time for the opening match of the new Bundesliga season, the situation remains uncertain.

Now, even without pressing one's ear to the ground, one can already feel the earth trembling slightly; it seems the Han army is about to charge, so resistance must be organized immediately, otherwise the entire army will be wiped out.

"Gao Nainai is an old servant of the palace, guarding the palace's medicinal garden; as for any connection with those above, I suspect there is none. Setting aside other things, just consider the attitude of Eunuch Zhang toward Gao Nainai just now; they surely are not well acquainted," Qing Shuang replied in a low voice.

"I understand, thank you, doctor. How much is his fee?" Ultimately, I could not withstand my own soft-heartedness; even though Gu Yan glared angrily at me, I still asked.

"Sigh, here it comes." Bi Er stepped forward and took the folded square velvet cushion from Gao Nainai's hands. The cushion was very fluffy; though not heavy, Bi Er hugged it with both arms. "It smells so good. Nainai, can you smell it? This velvet cushion smells wonderful." Bi Er said with a smile while inhaling deeply, her face showing an expression of extreme intoxication.

Meanwhile, Qin Lei, speeding rapidly from afar, saw Chen Hu suddenly stop and could not help but guess whether this fellow had exhausted his stamina, was preparing to make a desperate gamble, or was planning to set a trap for him.

Although he knew that Zhang Zhetian's penalty-taking ability was not inferior to that Brazilian penalty god who had already left Valencia, and was even superior.

But because his body was simply too fat, Okamoto Denya could not even reach his own buttocks; instead, this action caused the wooden pole suspended in mid-air to sway a few times, instantly causing him to break out in cold sweat from the pain.

Lin Xi only felt Xiao Yan's fist like an iron hammer, striking directly upon his eye. Lin Xi felt a sharp pain in his left eye, his nerves suddenly tightened, and then he came to his senses.

"Damn, this brocade pouch looks quite well-made; Grandpa Su will keep it for you for now." Su Chenyang put the brocade pouch into his bosom, patted his buttocks, and was about to leave.

During breakfast, Bai Li Tou Xiang came again, sitting beside me. I still had a steamed bun in my mouth, unable to eat it and unable to put it down.

Yu Ling floated down gracefully from the eaves, heading straight for the main hall. With a flash, she sat beside me, her eyes bright, staring directly at... Xu Qixiu.

The continuous explosions reduced the pressure on my body. I roared, used all my strength to lift myself up, kicked away several soldiers close by, grabbed the insect on my head with my hand, and threw it to the ground. With a big kick, I crushed it to pieces, and, still not satisfied, stomped on it a few more times.

Because of the foundation provided by the Tiger Cannon Fist, and Zhang Yang's body being incredibly strong, after continuously practicing the "Fierce Dragon Strike" for three days, he had already grasped the essence of this offensive martial art and could perform the Fierce Dragon Strike with relatively low power.

Wan Yan wiped the corner of her eye with a handkerchief, discovered she was holding Lin Zixuan's handkerchief, and immediately stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve.

The two Black Iron factions not far away charged toward Ling Feng and the others without surprise; they could not possibly stand by and watch the Senior Qian Yan Cave be destroyed.

I still remember, at the time of departure, he was covered in wounds, blood soaking his black long robe; now, I do not know if he has recovered.