Chapter 1969: The Great Sun Sword Disciple Completes the Eight Steps of Nirvana

The ship spirit, Yunri, was warning the Fushang Saintess.

"Yunri,"

"The sun of the clouds?"

The Fushang Saintess said coolly and turned to leave.

As a Saintess of a top power in the endless starry sky, being warned like this made her unhappy, even somewhat sad.

However, she could only gradually adapt.

Since ancient times, if the ruler is not secret, he loses his ministers; if the minister is not secret, he loses his life; if important matters are not secret, success is harmed; therefore, the gentleman is cautious and secret and does not speak out.

Perhaps Ning Liuying had hit upon her thoughts, or perhaps for other reasons, Duan Yanran spoke these words directly at this moment.

The new king ascended the throne, eager to prove his ability, and now they were the stepping stones for this new wolf king, props for the other party to prove his strength.

Looking at the crowd kneeling on the ground, Ning Liuying turned with eyes full of heartache to look at Yuan Chufeng; Yuan Chufeng walked over, took Ning Liuying's hand, and looked at the crowd with a surprised expression.

"Your Highness rest assured, I will certainly not give Su Dayuan a chance to see Your Majesty," the Princess of Zhao said.

Xuan Ling arrived at the county yamen half an hour later; the guards could not stop Xuan Ling, so they could only send someone to notify the prefect that someone requested an audience.

"Stop talking nonsense! Take this!" Zhou Sixue finished speaking, and a crimson long sword suddenly appeared in her hand; her martial combat power exploded instantly, her figure flashed, and she dashed violently toward Ling Zhi.

"If you truly wish to keep it, you must agree to one condition of this king," Ye Jin suddenly spoke.

Although the crowd was quite afraid of the wild wolves, seeing Chen Le eating so deliciously, they could not help but pick up wolf meat and tentatively taste it.

Even though Xu Zhiqiang's heart rose with earth-shaking waves, on the surface he was as usual, without the slightest ripple.

With the power of the Gang Realm displayed in Duan Hongyuan's True Intent, saying that one sword drawn is like ten thousand swords returning to the sect is not an exaggeration.

The Xia Army cleaned the battlefield right outside Mashhad City in such a bold manner, with no intention of avoiding the Persians on the city walls who were in a state of panic, until the next morning when the Governor of Mashhad walked up to the city wall to look outside again; the battlefield had been cleaned, but the solidified red bloodstains on the ground still remained.

Second Uncle paying money, Xu Damao thinking of moving during this opportunity while Second Uncle was present, was all within Jiang Youwei's expectations.

Such a great figure is about to step in to help me 'calm my mind'; is this not a fortune cultivated?

The Perm Town Hall had by then been temporarily requisitioned by the Xia Army as a command post; Zhang Yong, the Anxi Regional Commander, listened to the report from the adjutant beside him, casually took the record handed over by the latter, glanced at it briefly before his eyes, and then placed it on the table in front of him.

Accompanied by a photo of Sun Xiaoxiao looking youthful and beautiful, plus a pile of dung, it looked both disgusting and funny.

Having left Jiang Guining and Feng Qing, Lu Yangsheng began to walk alone toward the direction of the Mountain God Temple; although he knew this journey meant nine deaths and one life, for some reason, Lu Yangsheng felt inexplicably much lighter.

Wen Yuqiao surprisingly discovered that this bedroom was built on the lake water; the wind was a bit strong, but the scenery outside the window was uniquely beautiful.

Moreover, because I proposed some suggestions in my early years, and the clan elders followed them, although the Zhao family's influence in Great Zhou shrank a lot, it did not reach the point of causing fatal damage.

"It's over, it's fine; next, it depends on this Miss!" Bei Buli said, holding the sword he had just broken.

"Back then, she must have been very sad." So sad that she could not tell her husband the news that she still had a son, so sad that she could not stay with her own family for a long time.

Under the reflection of the red wine, a moving blush appeared on Yin Enhui's absolutely beautiful face; Fang Yan couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently slide it across her face.

Southeast stepped forward and looked with his eyes; inside the thatched cottage there was only a bamboo bed, with soft thatch on it in utter disarray.

It's just that Beiming, this show-off, couldn't even be tickled by that much force hitting his body, yet from Beiming's mouth came the pitiful cries of "Ouch! Ouch!"