Chapter 99: Those Who Covet the Great Luo Palace

Bestowed the Thunder Seed, led people through the crossing; what he saw and heard shocked Daoist Yi Hong for a whole year.

"No wonder! No wonder!"

"I was saying! How could our country be so peaceful and tranquil if there were truly so many demons and monsters? If they really existed, how could there be not a single word of news on the streets?"

"So it is another world!"

"The same characters, the same culture... the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the Divine Spirit Lords, spirits and ghosts... behind this, I fear, lies an invisible hand"

And trailing at the very back of the formation was a man of sturdy build, utterly incongruous with the tightly stretched robes of a mage. He smiled without speaking, keeping a low profile. If not for his conspicuous physique, many might have overlooked him entirely.

But if this continues, the time within him will grow increasingly chaotic until he slowly falls into the rift, and both body and soul will mutate into native creatures of the rift.

Chen Fan glanced out and saw nothing but a sea of flowers; countless colorful butterflies fluttered, dazzling the eyes and making it impossible to distinguish east from west.

"Senior?" Seeing Sanitaia teleport away directly, Selena immediately followed the magical fluctuations and teleported over as well.

"I know, I can come later. For now, let's just take it down first, so Bai Nuan doesn't get the points again." Li Ya'er was somewhat perfunctory, which made her companion a bit angry.

Thus, the cleric levels of Dragon Priests are never very high. Fortunately, the dragons themselves possess very high combat levels, which bridges the gap between them and other powerful beings. Otherwise, the dragons would have gone extinct long ago, or been penned up and raised as livestock.

Yu Mumu narrowed her peach-blossom eyes, trying to catch any flaw in the handsome zombie's expression that might reveal he was speaking falsely.

Bai Nuan looked thoughtfully at her withdrawn finger, then at him, before sticking the finger into her mouth and licking it right in front of everyone.

Seeing her return, Gu Junzhi halted his motion to rise and quietly and obediently continued sitting in his original spot.

Xie Xicui sat atop his horse, gazing at that battlefield so narrow it could be no narrower, a strange battlefield where both men and horses lay dead.

Hua Qingyang looked at Zhou Feng, a look of regret on his face. He never expected Zhou Feng to possess such profound attainment in the Dao of Alchemy, yet to be born with the Five Elements Mixed Spirit Root, a naturally useless root. Could this be fate playing tricks? Behind Hua Qingyang, Chu Lan and the other disciples of the Alchemy Hall stood with mouths agape.

Of course, he could also cast the Black Phoenix aside, ignoring it and offering no help to Zhang Fei in seeking revenge. In that case, everything would return to the starting point, and Zhang Fei would be considered killed by him, for if he hadn't gone through this detour, Zhang Fei would have died at his hand anyway.

Gongsun Ping roared and lunged at Pu Yu, but just then, he suddenly froze like a wooden carving or clay statue, a sword tip piercing through his chest. Gongsun Ping struggled to twist his head to look behind him, only to see Zhao Pu's seemingly simple face.

Not only were the iron armor stained with blood and two iron spears already replaced, but the Northern Rong commander-in-chief, Huang Songpu, covered in blood, turned his head eastward, his eyes splitting with rage.

Xue Nala wrapped her arms around Chu Feng's neck, pressing her fiery, fragrant red lips against him, shamelessly demanding love as if no one else were present.

The immortal martial sects of the Divine Land hold entirely different attitudes toward alien races and alien guardians: alien beasts, demons, and monsters are enemies of life and death, while alien guardians are treated as one of their own, and the historical status enjoyed by alien guardians is even very high.

He said a good girl might not need to be beautiful, but must be kind; she must be that silly girl willing to wait for him to practice swordsmanship until he forges a splendid future.

This raid was far less effective; only one of the clones had its left arm shredded by the spatial turbulence.

Within the quiet valley, the cloud of flying ash that Qiu Fei had transformed into was slowly blown apart by the mountain wind. Just before it completely turned to dust and vanished, two black shadows suddenly flashed into the valley like lightning.

"These two are both my friends. The one wearing sunglasses, you can call him Black Blind, and the other is Wang Borren; you can call him Fatty."