Chapter 263: The Jiushan Sect Is Done Playing!

Watching Tongming Shangren leave and then return, everyone in the Jiushan Sect felt a slight unease in their hearts.

Zheng Fa hid within the Nine Mountains Realm and did not come out.

He was quite nervous in his heart—he had used the Nine Mountains Realm to devour Xuehe Laozu's immortal sword, leaving behind some lingering troubles.

In the medicinal garden, that immortal sword and the Sun-Moon Bell faced off against each other; bloody light and golden light merged together, while a continuous hissing sound persisted without end.

Various spiritual plants in the garden withered one after another, dying off in vast stretches.

Clearly—this immortal sword

Patch after patch of gray, fluffy feathers drifted down leisurely from the mid-air, as if a rain of feathers was falling.

Several days had passed, and Lu Gao's back of the head was still swollen; he could not sleep on his back and could only sleep on his side. If he rolled over while asleep, he would wake up screaming in pain, and every time this happened, he would curse Cheng Kui for being so vicious, wondering why he had to shoot anywhere else but the back of the head.

Xuan Se had followed him all the way, having devoted herself utterly until death; she took very good care of Fang Yi, making him very comfortable, and many matters could be left to her to manage.

"Just right, since you wanted to see if Su Leier designed it, I seem to already see someone coming; it just depends on whether you still have the fortune," Old Yue's voice echoed throughout the entire white world.

"Young Master Zhuang, my husband and I need to discuss matters concerning the Mu and Liu families; your presence here might be inconvenient," Chang Ning said expressionlessly.

Whatever advantages and disadvantages the Fifth Imperial Prince had told her earlier, she had forgotten them all in a moment of panic; now, only one thing remained in her mind.

Moreover, when Brother Sun had strongly guaranteed her release to do this job, he had been thinking that after his retirement, she would have better room for development; including Yu Hongfu, her fellow villager and elder brother who was also a competitor at the time, who had given up the competition out of respect for Sun Angxiong's face and Yan Yingbiao's prospects.

"The Qin army has collapsed. But what if they do not cross the bridge?" Lin Jiao had never held a good opinion of the Qin army; this time the Qin army had truly collapsed, and without crossing the bridge, they could only wait to die in this narrow place sandwiched between two rivers.

"They know," Yang Tuhai said. During the time Qu Guang had gone to pay respects, the soldiers in the camp had already heard about the matter concerning the Crown Prince.

But just at that moment, the wasteland youth had already rushed out of the exit, made a sharp right turn, and pounced toward the Rabbit Elf Guard, who stood over three meters tall.

As soon as she finished speaking, she made the call; with a house only the size of a palm, she could not go anywhere else to make a call, and even if she walked to the side, she was still right in front of Tang Min; before long, she had already explained everything clearly to the boss.

Sun Wuji, with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly extended his right hand, palm facing the Elder of the Demon-Breaking Sect opposite him; suddenly, several wind walls appeared out of thin air, trapping the Elder of the Demon-Breaking Sect within them, and then he clenched his extended right hand into a fist, causing those several wind walls to compress toward the Elder of the Demon-Breaking Sect in the center.

I nodded and told Sun Meng to pack up, but just at that moment, that human-shaped ghost soul appeared again.

"What!" Upon hearing these words, Yin Sanshui almost instantly reached out, snatched the bowl and chopsticks from Sun Haochi's hands, then ate the entire large bowl of meat and vegetables in three bites and two mouthfuls, moreover displaying an expression of wanting more.

"Thank you, thank you, Boss!" Ji Changchun's heart and eyes were filled with the relief of having escaped death; he finally set his mind at ease, yet secretly made a resolve.

Beneath the rushing waterfall, the figure remained, steadfastly enduring the massive impact of the flowing water crashing down; deep within the forest, a "swish, swish, swish" sound also rang out, while on an open ground not far away, a beautiful figure was also wielding a long sword.

"How is this possible?" Qi Wu found it hard to believe. Han Qianyu, whose cultivation base was more than half a level lower than his, actually possessed a momentum of vital energy that was not weak in the slightest, and could actually match him evenly.

"The time is almost right!" Qian'er said coldly, and then the blood qi devoured from the five people suddenly surged wildly, pouring onto those three figures like waves rolling up wild sand.

Liang Lele touched here and examined there, recognizing several types of flowers as rare varieties recently cultivated internationally; planting such a large patch of them made it imaginable how much financial and human resources must have been consumed.