Chapter 316: New Golden Core Method, The Secrets of the Secret Realm

"Rank the Galesha Qi?" After hearing Zheng Fa's idea, Xiao Xianzi asked aloud, "What is the significance of this?"

In Zhang Shijie's courtyard, not only were Zheng Fa, Zhang Shijie, and Xiao Xianzi present, but Elder Pang and others were also there, all listening intently to the conversation between the two.

The matter of Zheng Fa's Golden Core formation concerned not only himself but was also closely linked to the rise and fall of the Nine Mountains Realm.

Everyone attached great importance to it.

"In the past, the Xuanwei Realm's understanding of Galesha Qi..."

Just as he entered the living room of the villa, he saw a very obese middle-aged man happily eating soy-sauce duck.

Kushina, who had only just reacted, realized she had been tricked by Zhang Ye, and her pretty face instantly flushed red.

Sneaking quietly to the base of the tree, Yun Longtian drew his battle blade; after a slight adjustment, he slashed directly at the trunk, and as the bone blade danced, it unleashed a blade light of about a meter, the swift triple slash severing the thick trunk and causing the giant tree to lose the support of its roots.

Sword shadows rained frantically upon the Fissure Earth Dragon, killing intent astonishing, yet they inflicted no injury on the creature, merely forcing its body to retreat.

And just as Lin Tian was preparing to leave Zhileng City, over a hundred cultivators had already appeared in the sky, all of them subordinates of the Bu family.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Zhang Ye acted as usual, rubbing his neck before spreading his arms wide.

Although Ye Lei had not yet fully recovered, staying in a wheelchair for more than a year was, given his active nature, undoubtedly the greatest torment for him.

This beastly creature had all its fur standing on end, emitting beams of golden-red light as if it were on fire, and its build bore some resemblance to that of a Sturgeon Flower Leopard.

"In a moment, a large number of meteorites will fall from the sky; I leave it to you to shatter them, so I may see how much you have grown during this period!" Whitebeard lifted a bowl of wine, downed it in one gulp, and burst into loud laughter.

Hulü Guang, of the compound surname Hulü and courtesy name Mingyue, was of the Gaoche people; both he and his father, Hulü Jin, were famous generals of their age. When Hulü Guang was only seventeen, he already distinguished himself on the battlefield and gained the appreciation of Gao Huan.

"Eh? Why are Fellow Daoist Huang and Immortal Yao not here?" the large man in the beast-skin robe suddenly asked after taking his seat.

This type of talisman employs the principles of the Eight Trigrams; once successfully drawn, strange entities will be unable to harm the human body for five minutes.

Beneath the solitary bright moon, Tongzhou City was immersed in tranquility, with the long moon adorning this ancient city in a sheet of silver.

Since the elderly person had established the will, my two uncles dared not object, but ever since the seventh day after my grandmother's death, strange things began to happen; every night at midnight, my grandmother would appear in my dreams, slapping me repeatedly with her hand.

Xiao Yan also held a menu in his hand but did not flip through it; instead, he watched the mother and son sitting before him with a smile playing on his lips.

Originally, attracted by the splendor of the Nether King Hall, Xue Yitong had been full of curiosity and anticipation regarding the legendary Ghost Market; unexpectedly, upon seeing it today, she discovered that the so-called Ghost Market existed only within the hollow of a ten-thousand-year-old locust tree.

This moment of forgetfulness nearly cost the life of Xue Jingyuan, the Xue family's only male heir! And only now did Xue Yitong realize that her punishment for going out was only just beginning.

Black Impermanence tightened his grip on the Soul-Hooking Chain in his hand, his heart filled with anger that seemed to have accumulated over a hundred years, with nowhere to vent.

In this era, dyeing technology was extremely poor, with severe color fading; as soon as patterned clothes encountered water, the colored threads would bleed into one another, turning into a chaotic mess that could no longer be worn.

As for Xu Fan's strength, the elder in black robes, serving as the Chairman of the Dark Council, had seen through it at a glance: he was at the peak of the Zhwei realm.

Both Xu Fan and the Li Dragon were inherently mysterious; even Xia Hengzhou would absolutely be unable to locate the Li Dragon's hiding place.

Yun Hao and Shen Bi separated, then turned around to face Duan Zhen, whose face was filled with shock; with a smile that did not reach his eyes, Yun Hao looked at Duan Zhen, his pupils bursting with cold light.