Chapter 687: Pantao Garden

Since Xiao Yu's goal was not the Pantao but the spiritual spring, she naturally sought out water sources.

The best way to find water sources was undoubtedly to locate spiritual veins.

Very simply, she immediately pinpointed two underground spring eyes.

One spring eye was on her left, the other on her right, over four hundred li apart.

Before entering the Ji River Water Palace, Xiao Yu's "Kun Style Spirit Locating and Vein Tracking" range was one hundred li.

Now that she could transform directly into a true dragon, she could

The sweet nickname sent a shiver of goosebumps through Tang Yeshuang; for a moment she wanted to find a needle and thread to sew his mouth shut, but then she met his blinking, electric fox eyes, and felt a sudden headache.

Yet what she hadn't expected was that it wasn't her who was hiding. After she had spoken out, the surrounding noise quieted down entirely, leaving only the rustle of wind through the hua hua leaves and trees—nothing else.

Zhan Li flashed a sly smile and stepped forward first, leaving only a dashing back view for Huang Yixuan.

"The current plot isn't bad—it's just that I want to revise it to make it better," Ruan Mianmian said, opening her big eyes to show the director her sincerity.

At only sixteen, Lin Buzheng had cultivated two advanced martial arts to an unfathomable level, even transforming into two different ancient barbarian beasts.

"Fake monk, get lost yourself, or I won't mind killing you," Chen Yuanye said, his face icy.

After Zhan Li and the others waited nearly two hours, the so-called exam instructors finally arrived late.

Let those two old men cause trouble—they can't be stopped even if you wanted to, and once they're tired, they'll stop themselves; rushing to mediate would only waste effort and invite resentment.

"Chen Yuanye, rest assured, the Fantian Clan will, after your death, go to the Jiuzhou World and the Demon Realm to kill everyone connected to you and destroy everything you own," said Fantian Wushuang, his voice as cold as a devil crawling from hell.

Shen Lang immediately activated the Immovable Golden Body, extending a golden light barrier to envelop the Qianlong Flying Vessel.

Jiu Xin Nai lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her entire mind filled with a single phrase.

Ye Lei, seeing the fifth trial so quiet, jumped up instantly, rubbing his buttocks slowly.

The difference from before was that each paper doll stood at adult height, about one meter seventy-five, densely packed—at least a hundred of them—like a disciplined army emerging from the shrubbery.

Isn't this supposed to be about condemning me for failing to discipline my son? Why the hell are they now obsessing over when I had a son?

Originally, the one who should have shone in the Gu Ling Sect was him; the glory should have belonged to him alone.

All Atlantis warships retreated swiftly at this moment, for they all knew this level of battle was beyond their capacity to intervene; better to withdraw and preserve strength than be wasted uselessly as cannon fodder.

The Yu Shan Clan disciples, eyes bloodshot, attacked like madmen, but fell into the peril of fighting alone.

Yet their understanding of cultivation differed, and their cultivation methods varied accordingly.

Yue Shanjiu's fatal blade spun and struck the ground, carving a massive crater, while Jin Muyan had already vanished without a trace.

Perhaps even his awakening friend would never have imagined that Kaiwu would dare directly challenge a legitimate Camp-level Lingkun beastman.

General Jin raised his longsword high and brought it down with all his might; if this strike landed on Li Yi, he would be split into pieces.

This was the moment to show a man's grace; Hua Xuechun had no intention of competing with him, and quietly found an empty seat, gazing tenderly at Wang Dong.