Chapter 439: A Lesson from Reality, Can This Be Lost Too?

After leaving the Sect Master's cave dwelling, Zheng Fa followed behind Elder Nine, his heart filled with confusion.

What puzzled him most was what supreme treasure lay at the mountain peak.

From what Elder Nine and the Sect Master said, even if the Zhongxuan Sect could not hold back the Jiushan Sect in the future, entering the mountain peak would seem to ensure his safety.

Besides that, he had another point of confusion:

Why did Elder Nine treat him with such favor?

It was not that he was overly suspicious, but the relationship between Li Hao and Elder Nine, this master, was truly

At this moment, Skeleton Gamera was like performing circular motion, while Geed was the center.

In the Gutuo Temple of Xilan Prefecture, a young monk had arrived, looking very similar to Uncle Dao Hai, and his Dharma name was also Dao Hai, yet this monk stayed at the Gutuo Temple for only one day and did not say where he was going.

While speaking, Fudo K used the wide field of view of the Pedanium Zetton to glance at the Flying Swallow No. 1.

Bai Nan snorted coldly, her wrist suddenly tightening; in an instant, bright red blood flowed down her neck to the ground, that deep crimson, eye-stinging color seeming to dye the entire bedroom red.

Lady and Emerson beside him were slightly moved, their gaze towards Mo Ya gradually containing something different.

If it were not for the need to openly use Wulundi to attract the attention of those wizards, and considering this fellow was at least a Transcendent Wizard, she would not have cared to pay attention to such a person.

If this development continues, Mo Ya feels that even if the visions Lady spoke of cannot be realized immediately, they are probably not far off.

"This tiger harms people; you could simply drive it away, so why must you beat it to death?" Master Yin Xian sighed.

Having activated Qi sensation, Lin Ye could cultivate spells, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world was unsuitable; to cultivate, one still had to be in ancient times.

When Zi Yan saw these things, her eyes went straight; she loved meat more than sweets, yet one must know that most of her daily snacks were desserts.

She also used her excellent embroidery skills to collect scraps of fine fabric from the manor, making them into pouches and sachets, and entrusted the old gatekeeper Ma to sell them.

Liang Yuanxin's head gradually lowered; Luo Qingrong felt her arm growing heavier and heavier. Looking down, she discovered he had already fallen asleep holding her hand, and had even rested his entire head upon her arm.

Just after Zi Yan and Fat Sheep left, several figures appeared beside Pudding, bowing deeply to Pudding. Judging by their aura, each of these figures was stronger than Fat Sheep, showing how formidable the spirits around Pudding were.

Before her words ended, her vision suddenly blurred; immediately, a loud "Weng" rang in her ears, a great force knocked her face to the side, and then a burning pain like fire spread out.

Pei Nine seemed to have somewhat regained his senses, stepping forward slowly. Mi Daliang, full of curiosity, instinctively followed two steps, then suddenly realized and stopped his feet, yet could not help but stretch his neck to look directly there.

"Only when the national economy develops upward can such a force be supported. If you can afford the horse but not the saddle, you will regret it!" Chang Lin was not reluctant, but considered too much, not wanting the motherland to waste too much military expenditure.

The archers, each with red-rimmed eyes, unconsciously made way for a passage, allowing Wan Ningzhu to walk to Ouyang Junhe's side.

"How did you become An Xu's general manager?" Ruan Yuwei looked at the man before her in confusion; after so many years, seeing him still made her heart flutter uncontrollably.

Davis rushed to the top of the key, Skinner cut down from the right elbow, setting a screen for Novak in the right corner.

The Young Master raised his eyebrows slightly; after a short while, he suddenly walked over, grasped my shoulder, and helped me up.

Moreover, from beginning to end, they covered their faces with wide-brimmed hats, preventing the cameras from seeing their features directly.

Rarely does a rookie entering the league dislike being surrounded by cameras; plus, since it was in Los Angeles, Gordon had no reason to refuse.