Chapter 1966: Another True Gentleman of the Sword Dao Appears in the World

The Great Sun Sword Disciple, from beginning to end, devoted the vast majority of his spiritual consciousness and computational power to the "Seven Emotions and Six Desires Annihilation Method: Ascension to the Great Sun Sword Soul Embryo."

By now, having received multiple transmissions of immortal scriptures, and with countless sword geniuses cultivating the "Supreme Great Sun Sword Sutra" in the boundless starry sky continuously growing, the progress of this True Immortal Art has been smooth.

Currently, it is estimated that at most only fifteen thousand years are needed to fully complete this True Immortal Art.

At that time, the Great Sun Sword Disciple's transformation into a True Immortal would

Xiong Guoqing met with Liu Daqing at noon; feeling frustrated, he drank a bit more wine. After returning from drinking, it was already afternoon, time for the town's Party and government joint meeting.

Shen Yan let out a cold snort, completely losing his usual elegance and handsomeness. The sword blade radiated a cold light, and his eyes were filled with coldness. If Mu Yan were truly here, she would perhaps finally realize that the two brothers, Shen Li and Shen Yan, actually shared some similarities.

Every word Naruto just spoke seemed like a heavy hammer striking his heart; the tone clearly revealed his dissatisfaction with his own organization.

He couldn't help but regret making such a huge commotion when he ran over, wondering if the noble Lady would blame or dislike him for it.

"Fourth Teacher... she... she is one of the Five Grand Masters of Humanity..." The insect race's recovery ability was astonishing. Yin Shu was injured later than Tan Jian Jue, and his wounds were more severe, yet after waiting a minute or two, he surprisingly recovered and slowly crawled out.

The passage at the entrance was finally a straight path, though it remained very deep; even a high-intensity flashlight could not see the bottom when shone inside.

This place should be the deepest part of the cave, spacious and circular. In the very center stood a coffin. At this moment, Dong Xue Yin had opened the coffin and was silently staring inside. Shen Yan, from far away, could smell the strong scent of medicinal herbs emanating from the coffin, but due to the line of sight, he did not know what was actually inside.

When the thought of killing him arose in my mind, I was startled myself; I never knew I could be so vicious.

How could it not be a problem with it? The first time, it suddenly accelerated before firing; the second time, it suddenly changed direction before firing. The abruptness was utterly incredible. Could it see itself and the attack it was about to launch?! The Duke thought with confusion.

"Heh." Mu Yan tugged at the corner of her mouth, smiling lightly, turned to face Shen Li, and met his gaze without any fear.

The fake Tang Yun nodded, hoisted the coffin onto his shoulder, and walked out the door. It was very easy; he encountered no obstacles at all. With a helper, this move was simply delightful.

Mentioning this mushroom, Qin Yan immediately recalled it, yet still paused for a few seconds, but her actions of changing Mo Jinsheng's bandages remained orderly and methodical.

In the next moment, a figure slowly emerged from the mist, with extraordinary features, cold and aloof, as if moonlight frost had descended.

It shifted from precise attacks to area-of-effect attacks, striving to shoot these two humans who provoked it dead right there.

Even the ghostly qi of the Nether Abyss cannot inflict fatal damage upon me; that trip to the Tomb of the Heavenly Palace was worth it.

Amo had probably never encountered such a "fragile man" before. Of course, he had not met many people; there were only two males in total: one was Qing Yu, the person he was currently "borrowing the body" of, and the other was this "crying man" before him.

Looking at that building, Qin Yan felt it was both strange and somewhat familiar. As he stepped forward to enter, the security guard stopped Qin Yan before he could go in.

Although Xiao Qing ate very little, in the eyes of the Emperor and the First Prince, he had at least managed to eat a bit, enough to avoid ruining his health. After Yu Mei took away the leftover scraps and cold rice, the Emperor finally spoke up about the funeral arrangements for Marquis Wu.

By the time Xiao Qing and the others took their positions, the front courtyard had already erupted into chaos; voices were booming, and the yard was filled with huffing and puffing as people rushed toward the front courtyard. Xiao Qing, Tie Jun, and others gathered separately under the east wall of the Zhou residence, checked to ensure no one was around, put on their veils, and climbed over the wall to enter the mansion.