Chapter 246: The Foolish Beauty

Ruan Hongzhuang stood behind Jiang Taozhi, using a hairdryer to dry her hair.

"You say you, such a grown person, still don't know how to dry your own hair?"

"Who says I don't know how? I just can't reach the back because my hands aren't grown on my back," Jiang Taozhi argued.

At the same time, she raised both hands and gestured behind her.

But Ruan Hongzhuang tapped her with the hairdryer.

"Don't move around."

"Oh."

Jiang Taozhi

That holy artifact, the Heaven-Shattering Halberd, shattered the void and instantly rushed to the head of the War God Xing Tian, aiming to strike down the head of the War God Xing Tian, intending to split the head of the War God Xing Tian directly in two.

Yun Mu chuckled awkwardly with no rebuttal. At that time, he had risked his life to survive; it was not a matter of right or wrong. If he could do it again, he would still make the same choice.

When the light vanished, Zhang Jiao appeared completely naked, his muscles even still in a transparent state, but slowly recovering; first turning from transparent to blood-red, then skin appeared, becoming normal.

"That's right. As long as I go to Dong Zhuo, as long as Dong Zhuo sends his main force, at that time I will notify my lord. My lord will find a way to dodge, letting Yuan Shao and others clash to the death with Dong Zhuo. In this way, my lord preserves his strength. Later, my lord will know what to do." Having finished speaking, Li Yi chuckled.

"Don't you want to know what secret lies within that altar? To tell you the truth, I came to the Two Instruments Sect to investigate it," Zhang Ruchen said.

After waiting a while, only the sound of a splash was heard; a stream of water poured down from the crack, extinguishing the nearby dragon-fire oil and raising a plume of white steam on the scorching dome. Then a rope was lowered.

The Eastern Immortal Kingdom and the Falling Moon Immortal Kingdom were hostile; the princesses of both nations were also trading verbal blows at this very moment.

After stripping all the treasures from the Great Luo Ghost Emperor's body, Yang Fan summoned the Twelve Yin Spirit Ancient Demons to devour the Great Luo Ghost Emperor.

I nodded; what he said was quite right. This Shangmen Town also has Eight Immortals. For an ordinary funeral, he could naturally find the local Eight Immortals; there was no need to fetch me from prison, let alone release that six-person song disc.

Such as the Golden Dragon Great Strength Pill of the Bull Demon King, such as the Hundred-Thousand-Year Coral Heart of the White Emperor City Lord, and so on; these were all treasures worth a fortune.

"Hehe, as everyone sees, it is indeed somewhat better than Brother Helian's son. Brother Helian's praise, Su will not decline," Su Xiangnan said with a smile.

"I remember hearing someone mention that Senior Sister's brother, the Fifth Imperial Prince, seems to like you quite a bit," Su Chang'an asked casually.

For cultivators, a thousand years is not too long; many even cultivate bitterly for a thousand years without reaching the Unity Realm, yet he, has he actually become an immortal?

Amidst a slight humming sound, another stone platform rose from the ground beside Ji Ruyan's feet; upon the stone platform was a sealing mysterious array identical to the previous one.

"Xiao Gu, how have you considered it? Release my second brother; whatever you want, you can have it," the first of the Seven Sons of Myth said, looking at Xiao Gu indifferently.

Zheng Xian looked around; this should be a quite remote coastline. On the coast stood a large sign, depicting an icon of seaweed entangling people, warning people not to bathe in the wild here.

Although this strike looked fierce, unfortunately the charging time of the technique was slightly too long. By the time the Knight Commander brought his blade down, Lin Zheng had already flashed to his side. Taking advantage of the Knight Commander's technique being exhausted, Lin Zheng, holding the Cutter, unleashed the Blade Array, instantly trapping the Knight Commander within four figures.

Yan Qingnan's brows tightened; his voice seemed to penetrate ten thousand years of dark ice, piercingly cold. He stood with a dark face upon a massive totem pole, the long sword in his hand glowing faintly. Sword qi surged back and forth, only slowly shattering when it touched the surging evil qi filling the space between the pillars. The collision of these two different forces emitted a series of hums.