Chapter 550: Amon

"The crafty little fellow."

Meng Yi's eyelids opened and closed. Everything that had happened so far in the "Flower of Dyeing: Three Realms" he had created was within his expectations.

"He has some cleverness, but it's not enough."

Based solely on the current development model, the final form of "Dharma-Transmitting Heavenly Venerate, Klein," even adding the variable of "Miracles," would at best be a second "Human Supreme Leader, Kamijou Touma."

"Name of the Heavenly Venerate," "Three Phases," "Cycle."

Zheng Fei was speaking in a pretentious manner, but before he could finish his subsequent words, Pei Donglai resumed his steps and left.

She deliberately said in front of Cui Yongxing that Sun Weidong, the apprentice of the Mainland Car King Master Kang, was going to participate in the competition, directly causing Cui Yongxing to send Jin Ximei to compete as well.

After rushing less than a hundred or two hundred zhang, he saw that his vanguard had already been defeated one after another. The Captain, holding a steel saber, stood his horse and shouted: "Stop running in disorder, form ranks and meet the enemy for me." His personal guards all gathered around the Captain, protecting him on both sides.

From their conversation, Li Tianchou learned about some of the situations that had occurred at the compound that night, which were far more dangerous than he had imagined. He didn't stop until he was drenched in cold sweat, feeling lingering fear.

"Eh?" I looked carefully and saw that this monster was actually a dragon, and a very large one at that. It was so large that it made me gasp in horror.

Chu Feng also knew that such a thing would definitely be more beneficial than harmful for Zhao Jing, so he agreed to the matter. In the afternoon, their department happened to have no classes, so he accompanied Zhao Jing to look around for a suitable house.

For Xiao Yue, he would rather die than be a cripple. Xiao Yue had originally relied on his physique, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, thinking that burning all his essence blood could lead to a full recovery. However, this time, Xiao Yue did not expect that not only would he fail to recover completely, but he would also become a cripple.

Jiang Gang gave an apologetic smile and didn't say anything more, then... looked at Liu Yue apologetically again.

Zhong Lingyu and the others were eating and chatting happily. On the other side, inside the Qiu Yinong Restaurant, the venue needed for tomorrow had already been set up. The boss, Qiu Tong, let the waiters go home first.

Compared to the relatively desolate Lake Heart Island, the Yunji Island Market was even more prosperous, with tens of thousands of resident immortals and a daily flow of immortals reaching as high as one hundred thousand.

When Su Manqian brought out the steaming chicken soup, bright-colored pig knuckles, and fragrant yellow croaker from the kitchen, Xiao Bohan's eyes turned red in that instant! Watching him wolf down the food, if Su Manqian hadn't held him back, he probably would have eaten the plate too.

"Heh! You have quite a lot of treasures, go to hell!" The white-masked, black-robed burly man shouted angrily. He pinched a spell with both hands and pointed. The six-fingered short axe danced in the air, its spiritual light becoming even more intense, and after gathering momentum, it pounced again.

The four experts of the Zhao family at the Eighth Realm of the Cloud Sea were also greatly shocked. They had fought against Dahei and the White Flood Dragon a few months ago. At that time, they could handle them one-on-one. Who could have imagined that in just a few short months, the opponents would have become so powerful.

A brother of sworn brotherhood had borrowed his money and, when he was in need, had the ability but did not repay it. His son had contracted a sudden illness and was now lying in the hospital, not knowing how long he could hold on.

Because Li Xiang had another lecture the next day, and this lecture was of extraordinary significance—not only would city leaders attend, but leaders from the province would also come—he couldn't afford any mistakes. Yue Song didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly reported the matter to Mayor Tu.

That night, several thousand exhausted government soldiers reached the west bank of the Jialu River north of Yanling to camp for the night.

"What are you saying? Why can't I understand?" Liu Song yawned forcefully, and more tears flowed out.

The control panel of the Hyperion naturally used the replica of Exodar, and the data transmission between the two sides was very convenient.

A Tusi cavalryman appeared on the opposite hill, galloping toward Zhu Pingjin's central army. The fluttering red back flag could be seen from very far away. **CHAPTER 551**