Chapter 395: Grateful to the Demon Emperor, It Makes Perfect Sense

After roughly settling the refugees, Zheng Fa simply invited Immortal Luo and the others into the Qingmu Sect to talk.

The Qingmu Sect's mountain gate had suffered calamity and was a complete mess; fortunately, cultivators lack neither means nor methods, so repairing the buildings was quite fast, but the spiritual herbs in the medicine garden and the immortal pills in the pill refining room were all ruined—literally soaked in soup.

Zheng Fa looked at Sect Master Song of the Qingmu Sect, who sat to his right; seeing his face rather pale, it was clear he was deeply pained.

Also present in the hall were Immortal Luo, Wu Zhi, and Head Mingde.

Yizi's unit from West Lucca retreated continuously for two kilometers. At that moment, a hurried sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind her.

The boy lowered his hand, scooped up dirt from the ground, and threw it at Mu Feng's face. The filthy dirt covered Mu Feng entirely.

Locke turned to look at Hales, but Hales pretended not to see, taking his tray to the banquet's continuous feast to find food, displaying not a shred of the dignity befitting a marquis.

Li Chunxu ultimately failed to suppress his anger; speaking no more useless words, he ordered his subordinates to act. Instantly, before the Tianbao Tower, vigorous qi and spiritual energy flew about, angry curses and miserable wails rang out incessantly, blood rain and flesh fragments fell everywhere, and the two sides clashed into a chaotic fight.

At the same time, he sighed with emotion: even though one's spouse had passed away, the other still kept watch over them, surely fearing the departed would be lonely.

Not even the carriage beneath his feet tremored in the slightest; he had merely used true qi to vibrate those four horses to death.

As soon as he entered this great hall, successive sounds of collisions and shouts of combat rang out, causing Chen Xiao's eyebrows to raise as his gaze swept directly around him.

Hahaha, funny strange things are just so strange; beep beep beep, new driver. Hahaha, funny strange things are just so strange; beep beep beep, new driver.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Han and Fan Xinghuo exchanged a glance, then shook their heads at each other, finding it difficult to utter another word.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Elder Egg could no longer endure it; provoked by Yan Yun City into losing his reason, the man and the dragon began wrestling together.

"Settled; let's continue moving forward!" Seeing the Licker dead, Ye Haoran sheathed his long sword; fortunately, his sword was a precious blade bought at great expense, unstained by blood or filth, otherwise he estimated he wouldn't have dared to sheathe a sword stained with zombie blood and flesh.

"Stop calling out; there isn't a soul within dozens of li here," the man said, burying his face in Lin Nuannuan's neck and breathing.

But why, after her death, was a stone tomb built for her? Speaking of which, there is a story behind this.

However, even if Zheng Yi had not left, Leonardo still felt an inexplicable sense of unease, though he didn't know why.

Bianzi knew even better that usually, when Lanzi was at home, anything even slightly palatable was rare for her to get to eat. Since Lanzi had come to her doorstep today, she absolutely had to let Lanzi eat something before sending her back.

It was only then that Lin Yuan realized he had forgotten the time while soaking in the bath; thus, he hastily jumped out of the bathtub, hastily wrapped a towel around himself, and ran to open the door.

Tong Yaping continued to explain, "This potion was also developed by our chairman and is also targeted at HIV, however..." She then described the effects of the Guard Potion.

Ji Yun had sought out Ji Man several times, sighing deeply and laying out everything in his heart, only to be met with dead silence and a faint sorrow that cut Ji Yun's heart like a knife.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen held his spear in his right hand, lifting up the Fifth Ancestor of the Phoenix Clan, while his left hand reached directly for that Chaotic Divine Edge.

"Young Master, whatever you wish to ask, please feel free to ask!" the shop assistant said with extreme enthusiasm, as if even asked what kind of underpants he wore, he would tell everything he knew without reservation.

He discovered he was in a pitch-black environment; all around was silent, nothing but darkness upon darkness.

The night was dark and the wind high; there was not a speck of light around. The northwest wind scraped against his face like a knife; at minus thirty-three degrees, it froze one's heart with cold. The mourning cloth on his head danced with the wind, his feet stepping on the accumulated snow with a crunch-crunch sound, leaving behind a row of footprints that vanished in an instant.