Chapter 453

The scorching sun sword light had already dissipated.

Zuo Dongge himself had aged a lot, his hair was completely white, his face was covered in wrinkles, his figure was thin and gaunt, and his aura was weak, like an old man on the verge of death.

The Nascent Soul hanging above his head had also shrunk to the appearance of when it had just broken the core and formed, and the rosy light was flickering, seemingly like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

Scorching Sun Burning Heaven Sword.

Zuo Dongge had been constantly escaping death these days, and today he finally realized it while on the verge of life and death.

This person's identity was self-evident—the Sanliso Principality, Royal Guardian: Legendary Hero, Grus.

As he spoke, a golden light suddenly lit up between the resolute man's eyebrows, like a golden vertical pupil. With the golden light shining, the man closed his eyes and said nothing, his head tilted slightly to one side, his brows occasionally relaxing and then furrowing.

For example, True Person Daoming, who was almost completely corpse-fied; asking him to practice other techniques of the Kunlun Sect was almost impossible.

At this time, Bai Sen also rarely calmed his mind, sitting by the campfire and beginning to carefully wipe the sharp blade in his hand.

Jiang De was playing cards here. Beside him, Yu Zao watched for a while, then came behind Jiang De, knelt on the deck, and began to pound Jiang De's back.

Next, Shan Dong called everyone on his phone who was recorded as being in his cousin's village, but the calls were still not answered.

The Ninth Prince roared crazily. The power of the Sage's origin could not last long. He began to fight for his life, shouting angrily, which resounded through the clouds and shook this sea, spreading for tens of thousands of miles.

The American team athlete Alode, who was originally neck-and-neck with him, had not even passed the eighth hurdle when Chu Feng reached the finish line, while other athletes had some who hadn't even passed the seventh hurdle.

Loneliness, coldness, and dead silence were still the main themes of the desperate world. In places not reached by the flames of war, at a glance, everything that met the eye was gray.

Yizi, walking in front, paused, slightly turned her head to look in all directions, and then walked out of the coffee shop.

At this moment, everyone's spiritual sense simultaneously revealed a bizarre scene: black, gray-misty black, as if in the deepest part of the underground, an old man with white hair sat cross-legged on a black mountain and black cliff, with a ten-thousand-foot abyss beneath him, and at the bottom of the abyss was light, swirling with the power of the black abyss. This scene only appeared in everyone's spiritual sense for less than five seconds before instantly disappearing.

The Demon World had experienced hundreds of thousands of years of chaos. The major powerful clans had successively revealed their prowess, divided territories, and controlled domains. Their sky-high arrogance had completely replaced the status of the Holy Land in the hearts of all demon clans.

"Take a look?" The young man was stunned for a moment and could not help but smile bitterly. Not awakening a martial soul meant not awakening one; it wasn't something that could be solved by just taking a look. Shaking his head, he prepared to record it.

Everyone told their names and appeared extremely excited. Being known by name by Ye Yang seemed to be an extremely happy thing.

"I'll come!" Following a loud shout, Tu Yunxiao's body appeared on the route where Mo Yuntian was flying. A thick wolf-tooth club appeared, and he struck Mo Yuntian with it.

An ordinary person in good health can enter the door in half a year through diligent practice and can open all the meridians of the body in ten years, entering the Houtian realm.

Under the soil was a manually paved bluestone road, and one shouldn't even ask where so many bluestones came from.

It was too fragrant and tender. He had never eaten such a good delicacy; it could simply melt his tongue.

"It seems that Yun Ge taking you as a disciple was not without reason. Unfortunately, both you and he are people with crooked minds!" Wu Ming raised the God-Slaughtering Spear in his hand, pointed it at the Fog Emperor, and at the same time, stepped up his pace and attacked.

Both quantity and quality could be called top-notch. Almost all second and third-tier spiritual herbs were available here, and the quantity was not low, like fresh vegetables neatly arranged in a vegetable market.

Although many of the magic lamps here had gone out, and almost all of them on the wall on the left hand side had gone out, one of them was still lit, and it was much brighter than the others.