Chapter 273: Thunderlight Illuminates Mountains and Rivers

Soon, the team Zheng Shan belonged to reunited with the main force led by Sect Zhu Yuanzhang.

The migration crowd, already numbering tens of thousands, suddenly swelled to around three hundred thousand.

Grandfather Sect Master treated her well, but he always wore a worried frown, making her dare not approach him closely.

"Senior Brother, what is the situation?"

Having sent those disciples to maintain order, Senior Uncle Pang walked over to Sect Zhu Yuanzhang and asked in a low voice.

"Not very good." Sect Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head.

The special forces of the Northwest Military Region were no pushovers; they had ranked among the top in international special forces competitions multiple times, their strength not even inferior to the American Navy SEALs. Only the Delta Force could truly claim to defeat them.

The palm that had long been at the heart of the formation instantly trembled. Then, as its martial power erupted, beneath the sound waves capable of shattering a portion of the entire firmament, a shadow resembling a magic wand began to manifest on that arm under the mixed-black eyes of "Liu Tian".

Besides the Taoist within the river waves, there was also a divine statue. The statue was above the Taoist, and as the river waves constantly receded, it returned to the Embroidered Spring Temple. The statue settled onto the altar within the temple, and below the statue was that Taoist.

But to return, they would have to wait until the Spirit Energy Vein and the Bright Sun recovered the broken-in-half space warship below.

Ying Si's chuckle sounded somewhat eerie, yet Ying Si's words had already attracted everyone's attention.

In a corner unnoticed by others, Grand Preceptor Zhang and the Hall Guardian General Zheng Lindong opposite him exchanged a glance, each pulling a mysterious smile to the corners of their mouths.

He laughed heartily twice, casually snatched up a wine cup, and smashed it with a "crack" beside Miss Yue'er. The crisp sound caused everyone to turn and look, their eyebrows twitching.

Long Yiru walked by the water, the bells on her high leather boots emitting crisp sounds, adding much vitality to this environment that was too quiet.

At that time, Tar was still here; she would enthusiastically accompany everyone in training. With her formidable strength, she helped hundreds of thousands of people drill formations, but now, she was no longer here.

Duan Qiu was fully assisting Xiao Qing's growth. Although Xiao Qing's talent was not the best, breaking through to the Saint level was absolutely possible.

Nie Wei Dong noticed his brother's expression was off, but he was too lazy to ponder it; with a few pushes, he shoved his brother toward the front door of the main house.

"Does Yan'er also have research on mountains, rivers, and geography?" From Miss Mei to Ziyan to Yan'er, Young Master Heng Qing instinctively felt that he and she had taken a further step.

Situ Yan looked at Leng Mushan, who was covered in wounds. A surge of murderous intent radiated from him. The light had been too dim just now, causing him not to see clearly; now, seeing the wounds on her body, he would rather suffer them himself.

His kiss then fell upon her neck. The collar of her clothes was torn wide open, the sound of fabric tearing slicing through the air, carrying an inexplicable ambiguity.

Di Xi felt very uncomfortable in her heart. After all, Luo Yu's divine soul had originally been forcibly extracted by Su Qingli and given to her. That is to say, if Luo Yu were to die now, then she would be the chief culprit.

Zhao Shiyu, who had originally been instructing Xia Feise on how to exert force, saw a large hand grab his wrist, prying him away from her waist bit by bit.

Just like the thirty-third and sixty-sixth floors before, once the magical treasure sword was obtained, one would be teleported to the next floor.

Meng Kai and Elder Du stood atop the high platform, searching everywhere but finding no trace of Yu Jinxiu, while the succession ceremony was about to begin.

Every word she spoke while saying this sentence was directed at Qin Wanyu, and there was a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Jiang Mi looked at the man's long eyelashes, high nose bridge, and stylish beautiful lips from the side, then gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Du Lu, you actually want to tread on two boats at once? You are truly bold, and both are among the Four Beauties of the Capital. Du Lu, are you not afraid of being beaten to death by others?" Yang Ting said.