Chapter 776: Times Have Changed From the Past

Fang Chongyong's former‑life acquaintance, the capital of Gansu province, Lanzhou, is now called "Jincheng". Indeed, it was named after Princess Jincheng.

On the map, Lanzhou, as a prefecture of the Great Tang, spans a vast region with mountains and rivers crisscrossing.

When the great army reached Didao County of Lanzhou, a treacherous fortress controlled by the Tubo blocked the way—undoubtedly the Changcheng Fort!

This place marks the boundary between Lanzhou and the Hehuang Valley; the point of Changcheng Fort divides Lanzhou.

But a strange scene occurred: no matter how they projected their spiritual perception, they gained nothing, as if the other side didn't exist at all.

Suddenly, Lin Fei shouted, opened his eyes, and found himself already in the Streamer Mall, while Yaoyao radiated holy light, fluttering beautiful angel wings, her eyes blinking rapidly, nervously watching Lin Fei.

"Although the antidote pill temporarily blocks the toxicity of the miasma, it still irritates the body, so it's better to leave early!" Wu Tian nodded and said.

As for those two, who could win? To the many martial artists, it's a fifty‑fifty split; who wins or loses is truly unpredictable.

"What did Shao just mean that day?" Lanzhou was a bit confused. "Since you don't want to compete with me, why did you run out now?"

Unless Ye Xingchen is a person without the seven emotions and six desires, but that would be no different from a walking corpse.

"Amitabha, benefactor, the Buddha can no longer bear it." The bald monk, brandishing a pair of nunchaku, charged across the four seas and bowed.

However, if this seal is found and erased, it means that once the Great Emperor is killed, he cannot be resurrected infinitely.

But when they opened the video, they found that only an illusion appeared inside; the infiltrator's face was nowhere to be seen.

"You're not a disciple of the Qitian Sect headquarters; achieving seventh‑level Martial Spirit cultivation at such a young age already promises a boundless future, so why be so modest," Senior He smiled and said.

"Relatively good, Director Ye, it seems you haven't relaxed the management and training of the team during this period; this looks like a force capable of hard combat." Qin Feng nodded appreciatively, gaining more respect for Ye Wentian.

Ye Zhusheng rolled his eyes, about to say something, when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Baihua Village is not far from here; in less than a few minutes it brought over 500 players to our camp. Warrior‑type players were almost wiped out, leaving only a dozen or so warriors; the rest were mages, priests, and other ranged classes.

But the excitement that had just risen quickly faded. No other reason: Duo Dao was sitting on the sofa, a toothpick between his lips, smiling as he watched Ning Feng.

The Phoenix clan's physical bodies are famously formidable, renowned through the ages. However, Song Lingyu's cultivation time is still short, lacking some refinement, so the third‑tier realm has not yet successfully condensed.

No one knows what the heart of the one who lives within such a vast, towering temple is like.

The camera faithfully recorded Ning Feng's production process. From dawn till night, after Ning Feng "deliberately" scrapped several sets of equipment, he finally completed the hyperspectral camera; at that moment, Ning Feng felt an inexplicable sense of achievement.

Liu Mo'er saw this, her face flushing slightly, glared fiercely at Ye Zhusheng, and called a server to swipe the card for payment.

"Ding ding ding" the long arrow hit the ground, its tip pointing upward into the yellow earth, while Xu Zheng and Ning Jing exchanged a glance, each seeing panic in the other's eyes.

The young policeman, hearing Ning Feng say that, hesitated. What Ning Feng said didn't seem like a lie. Yet he called the director in the middle of the night…

Such a matter is exceedingly perilous, far beyond what ordinary people would dare witness, and Li Si could not possibly risk Ji Ling being killed by them to rescue them; even making such an impulsive move was, to say the least, a huge surprise to them.

In the Qian Kun Dao Sect, insignificant positions are usually filled by servants or peripheral disciples; when encountering senior inner‑door disciples, they are universally addressed as respectful senior brothers.

Lin Ying's expression had become serious; once it came to discussing serious matters, Lin Ying would never feign composure, as that would only be detrimental to oneself.

"Will you change?" he asked weakly, bent over, while Lian Sheng seemed to recall something bad, tears glimmering in his eyes.

"You don't need to learn from me; I was just luckier and met a capable assistant beside me. If Future Tech Corp were in its current state, my fiancée Xia Ruoxi put in a lot of effort!" At this moment, Lin Feng cleverly used Xia Ruoxi as a shield.

Both heroic spirits, though not openly fighting, had resolve in their eyes that was no child's play.

"If you take Ruoxi back, what about the Yanjing branch office? Who will look after things here then?" Old Master Lin recalled the branch office and asked Lin Feng with puzzlement.

Everyone was frustrated, what on earth was happening? Why was Ding Ling so angry? While they were sulking, as Ding Ling was about to erupt into a life‑or‑death clash with Mo Siqian, Mo Siqian spoke up.

Seeing the White Bone Spirit's expression as it devoured, Wang Xi laughed uproariously inside, while forcing a smile outward.

Perhaps, being in the entertainment industry, they are especially sensitive to faces and appearances, allowing them to instantly notice Fu Yan's differences.

Her complexion shifted from pale to flushed repeatedly, endless changes that even expensive makeup couldn't conceal.

Today I have no idea how to extricate myself, but since this is still the General's mansion, the princess, for Feng Ziling's sake, probably won't finish me off here in the General's residence.

Aqi and Ge Hao sat opposite each other on the two sofas; amusingly, Aqi's posture now mirrored Ge Hao's, legs crossed, one hand on the sofa back, the other resting on his thigh.

Having two rare friends in life, both safe, makes me feel the world is blissful, bathed in sunshine.

At that moment, smug Hu Yin, of course unaware of Pei Qing's conversation, was scheming how to contact the Western Liang army, achieve a smooth surrender, and also give Pei Qing another setback.

His figure flickered, dashing forward, ready to observe their progress, hoping not to be disappointed. A plain stretching dozens of kilometers appeared in his mind's eye; Origin Armor manifested on his body, completely covering his face, revealing his form as he flew toward the center of the plain.

After all, he is a traverser of the myriad heavens and realms; as his strength grows, he'll inevitably encounter worlds governed by the Heavenly Court.

An Qi felt a bit embarrassed, while Ren Pingsheng's gaze suddenly became especially gentle and affectionate.