Chapter 390: The Demon Emperor's Resolve, Tongming Entrusts

The Great Self-Reliant Demon Emperor, clad in a silver robe, looked at the slightly dim jade seal before him; his bald head made the scene somewhat... amusing.

The coronation ceremony was effectively complete; the Ten Thousand Demons Banner in his hand surged with a magnificent momentum, and even Wu Zhi, upon seeing this object, could not help but feel a measure of awe.

Yet, looking again at the Great Self-Reliant Demon Emperor, his heart felt deep sympathy:

For the Demon Emperor's Dao Fruit... it had a lame leg.

"Zheng Fa..."

The Great Self-Reliant Demon Emperor murmured softly, his voice

By now, over a hundred Water Leaf Gate Protectors had appeared before Pan Yuhong. Although they feared Kong Ji greatly, they harbored no timidity toward Pan Yuhong. Even though Pan Yuhong stood beside Kong Ji, as Protectors of the Water Leaf Gate, they possessed this much presence.

A mysterious soul suddenly manifested, transforming into a black beam that frantically enveloped Ye Fantian's body.

To be threatened by nail clippers to such an extent was truly unlucky; he wished he could capture her to enforce the family law. If this matter were to spread, how could he possibly hold his head up?

Thinking of this, he was filled with rage. Gazing at the disgusting face before him, though his heart wished to smash it to pieces with a single punch, he merely clenched his fists and did nothing.

Between wise men, words are unnecessary. Qing Hong understood his meaning immediately. Silently, she took Qing Hong's hand and personally led her into the phoenix sedan chair.

At this moment, Wan Hongchen and the old man, standing not far away, rushed over like the wind. Seeing Wan Qingyu, who had fainted in Qing Hong's arms, both of their faces were far from pleasant, for they knew her physical condition very well.

He had remained silent all along; such words must have caused him great harm... but I have suppressed myself for too long.

"Hahahaha!" A laughter like silver bells, as heavenly as music echoing for three feet around the beams, broke the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere. In an instant, Qin Jueyang collapsed to the ground like a puddle of rotten mud, his face deathly pale, unable to recover from the emotions of just moments ago for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Gu Chunqiu trembled violently, almost unable to believe his own eyes. He fixed his gaze and looked again; indeed, the master who seemed like an immortal had specially brought two bottles of Lao Longkou white liquor to give him. Although Gu Chunqiu did not care for even the most precious white liquors, these two bottles made him feel deeply honored and overwhelmed with excitement.

He clearly did not expect to meet me; he paused slightly in surprise, but immediately withdrew his gaze.

After casting a glance at the evil spirits below, whose eyes were full of shock and desire, Bei Ming Changfeng suddenly waved his right hand.

"Come, come!" The majestic Zhenzhen, lost in her dreams, was completely unaware of all this, but Xuan Puer heard it with perfect clarity.

As for the black power transformed from that demon blade, it was now completely isolated outside a circle far larger than the previous wind wall.

It turned out this person was the Daoist Priest the Dong family had summoned after Dong Shi became pregnant. In the courtyard of the Dong family matriarch, with the matriarch's intervention, Dong Shi had an affair with the Daoist Priest, resulting in Dong Shi conceiving Zong Ge.

Sitting in the carriage, thinking that after a year she could finally return to Jingcheng, Lin Youning felt as if she were in a dream. It seemed as if her entire life had been a dream; in the dream, she had experienced sorrow, pain, and disappointment, yet it was so real that she knew this was no dream. In this life, she had found her happiness and her family.

The servants in the main hall were each busy with their own tasks. This reaction made Princess Yuan Hua feel extremely awkward; she felt that even the servants of the Marquis Manor looked down on her. How could she possibly stay, let alone attend to the old Lady who was bedridden with a stroke? Turning around, she left in anger.

The Killing Saint could only rely on the sect's peerless movement technique to dodge and evade, barely avoiding Xie Qifeng's sword time and again.

She was crippled, and the Qi family obtained things they would never have dared to dream of, leading to everything they have today.

After carefully sifting through the memories of both, Liu Zining frowned. Indeed, the City in the Sky was not so easy to break into; almost everyone there was a cultivator. Moreover, for some unknown reason, they could not ascend, and their lifespans were not as long as those of the cultivators on the Star Moon Continent.