Chapter 498: The Western Eight Immortals have... have been wiped out again

How pleasurable it was to steal yin to nourish yang through carnal love, that is how painful the process of the true qi (Qi) reversing into "silver paste" is now.

Ten times the pain!

It is as if thousands of small knives are constantly scraping within one's meridians and bone marrow, scraping out every drop of essence until the body is thoroughly depleted and completely wrung dry.

Those killed by the "Warning Guanyin Sword" all die in an exceptionally miserable state.

In the spiritual space, Lord Buddha Lao was struck by the "Warning Guanyin Sword"...

The Master of the Hongdong Stele frowned slightly, clearly not having expected that the magic sound bombardment from his own skeletal remains would have no effect on the opponent.

Gu Tianyou needs an excuse to enter the competition; if I am stronger than your so-called strongest, what reason do you have to refuse my entry? If you still refuse, then what is the point of holding this selection tournament at all?

Xue Shao took a look; to be honest, it was quite mediocre, at least a notch worse than the poems by Li Bai, Du Fu, and others that he had memorized during his student days.

Perhaps it is just fairness. To gain fairly, to lose fairly. To live fairly, to die fairly.

Immediately following this, the four experts retreated three or four steps simultaneously, their feet splashing the water more than half a meter high.

"Damn it! This grand formation is really hard to break, it's exhausted me!" Old Demon let out a long roar and charged out from within the pillar of light.

Questioning military orders and slandering the Regional Commander are major taboos in the army. In the army led by Xue Shao, the crime is even more severe.

Prince Bogu waved his hand slightly to stop the old man's words; a crisp sound came from his spine, and with a *click*, a bone sword shot out and landed before Chang Xiao.

The place to eat was chosen by Feng Qiwei, a mid-range restaurant outside the Fifth Ring Road with a rustic decor style, said to serve authentic game. In this day and age, how many places that serve authentic game are operating legally? It seems Old Feng's relationship with this shop is no ordinary one.

Although Alice had not yet fully recovered, Zhang Yang injected another trace of Nine Yang true qi into her body, which merged with the remnants already inside her to rapidly repair her damaged heart meridians.

"Captain!" Many superpowered individuals stepped forward one after another to help Mu Qingfeng, who had fallen to the ground, while glaring fiercely at Zuo Tian; some even prepared themselves for an attack.

"A-Bing, you've finally returned, that's great, that's great!" As she said this, she actually leaned in and started kissing Wang Bing.

I smiled, noncommittal; regarding such matters, I was not in a position to judge, and anyway, it had nothing to do with me.

"Fake! It must be fake! How could there be so many Nascent Soul stage powerhouses? This is impossible! This cannot be real! Soul-Eater, don't you dare try to trick me!" Jueneng roared loudly.

At first, every hair on his body felt numb and itchy, as if countless ants had built a nest inside him. A moment later, this tingling sensation made his scalp tingle, and once he got used to it, Ximen Jing felt this sensation was more satisfying than anything else.

"Heh, a peak Emperor Beast dares to speak such wild words; truly ignorant of life and death." Mu Feng would not care about a peak Emperor Beast; such cultivation was already child's play to him.

But the elevator did not close for a long time, staying open like this, as if something I could not see was facing me and watching me.

I thought to myself, I wasn't really injured, I was just nearly strangled. What did he just say? A lunatic?

While repairing this locomotive, I was conceptualizing in my mind: children today are not like those before; they don't lack toys, they lack good toys, and parents are willing to pay a high price to purchase them. If I look for business opportunities in this area, it might be a good idea.

But without seeing actual physical evidence, it only suggests a high possibility and is evidence worth running for, but it cannot prove that these remains are my father's.

Ye Jiarou was stunned; just as she was about to say that he had forced it upon her, the words stopped at her lips, and she assumed a posture of suffering in silence. ===== CHAPTER 499 =====