Chapter 485: Not Quite the Same, the Heavenly River Rises in Chaos

The Nine You Demon Ancestor held up the Tongjian, its screen showing the freshly forged Xian Sword.

His expression was wistful, as if recalling something, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

Master Yan stood behind him, leaning in to gaze at the Xian Sword, murmuring in awe:

“You actually made it? Aside from those messy runes, it looks exactly like the real one.”

He was quite familiar with the Xian Sword.

Though the true Xian Sword had always been in Hao

That way, you can store it in your storage ring, and I can replenish their food and water anytime.

It seems Zong Zhongqiang has always vaguely won people’s loyalty—even by doing the most unbelievable things.

She appeared flustered and frantic, turned sharply, then stepped on a broken shard of ice, her body swaying.

“Well, of course—you hold low status in the Divine Demon Palace and are even ostracized, so naturally you know little.”

That wild Golden-Backed Poison Spider was utterly bewildered: “What the hell are you talking about? What does my silk have to do with a six-piece sweater set?”

Or is the instability in space caused by the red skull?

At the same time, he leapt up from the ground, wildly swinging his sharp sword and lunging at Huang Yue Li.

Along the way, it deliberately found a stream, saw its reflection in the water, and let out a piercing scream.

Fu Shaojue watched the students leaving the military academy, his heart suddenly lurched—he feared he’d miss her, fail to reach her in time.

She gazed deeply at Jiang Muyang, her eyes complex, looking at the boy who once solved problems with her and wiped the blackboard beside her, now constantly urging her to break up—what did he really mean?

“See? I told you so, and you didn’t believe me. Now you’ve seen it for yourselves—impressed, right?” Another front desk girl said proudly; the high salary they now enjoyed was thanks to this chairman’s order.

It’s said the venue there isn’t particularly good, so CSC plans to arrive ten days early to acclimate to the local climate and terrain.

“Think you can leave? It’s not that easy.” Above Tang Feng, the Shadow Jiao Puppet appeared, opened its mouth, and spat out a black energy tide like a tsunami, sweeping forward.

Purely in terms of power unleashed by the Great Wilderness Light, it rivals the eighth level of the Star Tower—but lacks variation and realm support, only threatening the seventh level.

Tang Feng had long been troubled by this, yet unexpectedly, on the road he overheard a few Xuan disciples chatting and learned of the Clean Ants.

Meng Fei didn’t say anything harsh; by his nature he’d have cracked a joke or two—but Meng Fei said nothing.

The boy stared fixedly at Lin Yi, his eyes filled with boundless admiration and excitement.

Seeing his colleagues’ encouraging glances, Li Peng calmed himself, nodded, readjusted his mindset, then put on the EVA suit.

“Recover all lost modules—Huangyan is ready.” A mechanical voice came, making Li Quan tense.

Joking aside, after Wang Conghan signaled the servants to withdraw, they sat down and turned to serious matters. He had just passed the imperial examination with top honors, young and handsome, drawing the Emperor’s favor—he was immediately appointed Deputy Minister of Rites. Now, under the Inspector of Censorship’s orders, he was dispatched to tour the provinces, inspecting official conduct.

Seeing Gao Jingzong’s victory, the other Death Army soldiers rallied their morale, charging desperately.

In truth, they feared the Evil Spirit King, for he could devour them—even the Asura King, their ultimate ruler, was no match, for the Evil Spirit King was too cunning, tricking the Asura King into being devoured.

Wu Xun wore a charming smile, hung up the phone without giving the Liu family’s idiot on the other end any chance to speak.