Chapter 452: Secretly Altering the Formation, The Elder's Face Changes

"Hao Ri Mountain, Soul Transformation cultivation technique?"

Upon receiving Xie Qingxue's message, Zheng Fa raised an eyebrow slightly; far from being disappointed, he felt a touch of joy.

Although his favor toward the Wu Sect was not high, and Sect Master Yan had even attacked him before, in matters of diplomacy, having something to discuss is better than having nothing.

Moreover, it seems Sect Master Yan is about to make a fatal mistake, and the target might even include Hao Ri Mountain.

As long as Sect Master Yan can push Hao Ri Mountain to the brink of death, Zheng Fa is willing to endorse the united front.

When Princess Rongshou left, she still clutched the jingling step-rattle tightly; it was merely a hair ornament, so Su Ruhui naturally would not argue with her over it, letting her take it.

Zhang Yijun turned and slowly walked to the chair behind the desk, sitting down while responding to the person entering.

Standing before her was a man in his forties, with a slightly portly build and a slightly balding head; his appearance was refined yet carried the shrewdness typical of a merchant. Su Nian knew him; his name was Tian Kun.

"I want to see what he can produce to prove he is right!" Wu Qi grunted.

Wang Yi kicked the chair over onto the floor, cursing as he did so, then wrapped himself in his cloak and vanished from the doorway like the wind. He had made the worst-case plan: to kneel outside the Zhen Guo Temple; he simply didn't believe his mother wouldn't feel heartache for her son.

Fu Shui dared not be negligent; she knelt with a splash, but immediately cried out "Ah!" as she happened to kneel right on several shards of porcelain. Instinctively, she tried to rise, but Su Ruhui gave her a cold glance, causing Fu Shui to endure the pain and kneel upright.

Su Nian lifted her gaze to look at Wang Huan, seeing his ink-black hair scattered loosely on both sides, and seeing his burning eyes fixed unblinkingly on her, filled with concern.

The sound of the single-wheeled cart echoed around, making the already desolate area seem even more eerie.

The cushion was less than five steps from the cave entrance; Lie Yu walked over, sat down, released his sea of consciousness, and began meditative cultivation.

Lying on the bed, enjoying the hot waves of air swept in by the electric fan, Wang Yue crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes, and felt extremely content.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan immediately put away his surprise and confusion, replacing them with a furrowed brow. His mission was to personally kill Ren Weiyong, not to assist or participate in the killing of Ren Weiyong.

To be honest, Lin Mu discovered a major weakness in Tian Jiang: it had a feeling of arrogance born of ignorance.

Although Tian Hong Xun Du was arrogant and unyielding, he maintained sufficient respect when facing a strong person, bowing slightly and clasping his hands.

Because in the Dark Dao, information was sealed off, the Lamp of Illuminating the World truly did not know about some of Lin Mu's recent matters.

"Hmph, that is sheer nonsense. Then I ask you, can your hospital not treat it now?" Lin Hao roared; this hospital was just a scam for money.

Arriving at the dining table, he picked up the bought newspaper and began to read; seeing a piece of information inside, he instantly froze.

On the stage, the gongs and drums continued unabated; below, a few idle onlookers began chatting intermittently.

These people, when facing him, were always constrained and could not exert their full strength.

Starting a company from scratch and then building it into a nationally renowned enterprise; such a sense of accomplishment is even more satisfying.

"Oh, if he could escape from your hands, could he be a Demon God, or from the Long You Valley?" In a shrill voice, the third giant also appeared: Tian Huacheng, with long hair reaching his waist, drifting carelessly; his face still held a trace of youth, with red lips and white teeth; he was actually a graceful handsome youth.

Furthermore, if a human corpse is wrapped in resentment for a long time without dispersing, the corpse is likely to mutate, producing a Demon Spirit, or through special methods of the Demon Clan, these corpses can be turned directly into powerful Demon Generals.

Qin Ziqing, standing aside, saw my state and felt happy in her heart, but on her face she continued to persuade me; yet the more she persuaded, the angrier I became, and the more I wanted to kill Seventh Master.

At this moment, everyone of the Yun family also looked at Lin Yun in astonishment, surprised by Lin Yun's decisive and ruthless action.