Chapter 408: It Must Be Zuo Dongge Who Has Killed His Way Back

"If this Qingyuan Mountain really hides the cave dwelling of the Nascent Harmony True Person, even if the Nascent Harmony True Person could perform spatial means similar to 'mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru,' with our cultivation, we would be able to find some clues!"

"But more than five years have passed, and the three of us have taken turns using our spiritual sense to monitor the changes in the heaven and earth energy of Qingyuan Mountain, yet we have gained nothing. It seems the broken secret map your Qi family obtained is nine times out of ten fabricated," Chai Boxi said.

"Since there is no cave dwelling of the Nascent Harmony True Person, Qi Wu..."

"This doesn't sound very good." Whoever heard the slightly mocking tone when Liu Qian spoke these words would probably have the same impression.

"Didn't you hear Officer Liu asking you a question? Are you a mute!" Zhang Tian slapped the table, causing several water cups nearby to clatter.

On the surface, Zhao Qiuyu seemed to be speaking for Zhao Ruoxue and Long Ye, but only she herself knew her true thoughts.

Just as he entered the interior of the Chaos Bell, he heard dense, continuous vibrating sounds outside the bell body; countless Heaven-Mang Star-Devouring Ants were biting the Chaos Bell.

If they could solve one first and harvest the first head, it would be a huge encouragement for them.

"I can let the Sword Saint help, but if I help you, what can you help me with?" Liu Yi asked seriously.

But more than that, it was a chilling cold that almost froze his blood—could that guy who called himself "God" really control even human thinking? Was there no component of being influenced by that guy when he agreed before?

"Hehe, Ninth Brother, let's talk things over, let's talk things over." The Golden Mink forced a smile, shrinking its neck, but finally did not dare to retreat again.

By midnight, there were no lights on in the room, and the firelight seemed like a suddenly appearing elf, instantly attracting Lu Shi Yao's gaze.

After looking around outside, Long Ye was the first to rush into the Python Mountain Range, and Zhaohua behind him, after hesitating for a while, still followed closely.

Yu Mu was emotionally agitated, his voice rising and falling. Due to his weak body, after a paragraph, he was panting, and his originally pale, bloodless face added two points of rosy color.

Han Yanchen wore a mask on his face, which naturally attracted the gazes of many people, but he did not care. However, as he walked, he gradually discovered that among these gazes, there were a few sharp eyes that seemed somewhat ill-intentioned.

In the prison cart, Wan Qing no longer had his former glory; he was seen in a white prison uniform, with disheveled hair and a haggard face.

He originally wanted to step forward a few times to kill Xu Yang, but as soon as his whole body moved, he had already overshot, crashing straight into a large tree beside Xu Yang, his head broken and bleeding, and he fainted with a groan.

"This..." Yue Fei did not dare to blow a breath immediately, but after being told so by me, Yue Fei still nodded, took the girl's hand, and blew a breath onto the girl's palm.

Having seen many scenes of childbirth, it was the first time seeing a man who had just been promoted to father not holding his child to be happy for a while, but instead disregarding everything to immediately run to his wife to make a passionate confession.

Listening to July's words of praise, Qiao Yu felt honored; his own face also had glory. Although this courtyard was built by his second uncle after ten years, these years, Qiao Yu had put countless thoughts into this West Mountain Villa, so he naturally deserved July's praise.

Wu Jin and Mu Xue walked in and closed the door again. They saw Liu Huaiyong sitting on a meditation cushion, with incense burning in front of him. The three sticks of incense had already burned out; it seemed Liu Huaiyong had been sitting inside for a long time. A portrait was offered on the incense altar; the portrait was of the Daoist ancestor and Heavenly Master, the founder of Taoism.

As soon as the Venerable Absolute finished speaking, he flew into the black clouds, and one could see blue-black giant hands stretching out from the black clouds. Each hand was composed of countless human faces, and as they grabbed downward, boundless wailing sounded.

On the large second floor, only six tables were placed. Behind the table on the upper left sat a middle-aged man with a square forehead and broad face, and a sturdy build, but his complexion was somewhat ugly. ===== CHAPTER 409 =====