Chapter 693: Immortal Friends

Xiao Yu used two-tenths of the remaining Pure Yang Immortal Source to cultivate the Dragon God Transformation.

Now, the black dragon she transformed into had grown from an Initial Ancient Dragon (juvenile) to a High Ancient Dragon (adult).

If she continued investing Pure Yang Immortal Source, the Dragon God Transformation could still improve—perhaps even reaching Elder Dragon, Dragon King, or Ancestral Dragon?

If she could transform directly into an Ancestral Dragon, her strength would surely surpass Golden Immortal, but the cost was too high and the return too low.

I don't know

"Why did I run away last night? If I hadn't run, wouldn't you have lost your virginity? Why not let me make up for last night tonight?" Jiang Chengce slowly drew closer to Su Youqing, forcing her back against the alley wall.

In this case, the Burnt Sun Divine Descendant ruins in the North Region's Seltins Gorge had appeared. Although Lin Wei could foresee it in advance, he did not know how to enter the ruins or what exactly transpired within them.

Amid the roaring shouts, He Qingfan felt his blood accelerate, as if something within him had been awakened; he clenched his fists, lips slightly parted, and felt an urge to shout out himself.

Gu Chen walked forward, letting all the words behind him fall on deaf ears. Since they had summoned him, wouldn't it be a waste not to make the Fire God Temple lose a layer of skin?

The young man in the photograph wore a police uniform, his face lit with a sunny smile—handsome yet gentle, yet sadly, this memorial photo stirred deep sorrow.

In the nearby wilderness thickets crouched figures clad in animal-skin garments, their waists adorned with bone daggers or long swords, backs laden with quivers, hands gripping curved bows, faces painted with bold streaks of vibrant color.

Nista's body suddenly relaxed; all prior tension vanished in an instant, replaced by a profound inner calm. As long as this man was beside her, no crisis needed fear.

"Boss…" Long Er, after transforming back into human form amid a flash of white light, was on the verge of collapse, utterly drained; he had barely spoken two words before collapsing, his life pearl still floating beside him, unretrieved.

There is only one Alliance Leader position. You can't let every nation's ruler become Alliance Leader—how would you wage war? Whose orders would you follow?

"Is this your trump card?" Ming Lou Luo spoke with icy indifference, his tone laced with arrogance.

Yun Xingzhu widened her eyes at the man before her—a face with sharp contours, sword-like brows arcing sharply into his temples, a high nose bridge, lips of perfect proportion, and now dark eyes gleaming with excitement, shimmering with tears.

At that moment, Jiang Yueling's phone lit up—Xia Yili had sent her a message.

Qi Yunxian felt a headache coming on; he hadn't recognized the face swollen like a pig's head until he saw the maid beside her and remembered her identity.

Though he understood clearly—he was alive and seeing this before him only because Zhu Ling had wounded him, and Chi Chong had appeared in time to save him.

The two had previously been lax toward Zhai Yelan; when he suddenly struck, they felt utterly unable to resist.

Even though he sensed Lü Wu favored Zhi Ying, he still had to admit Lü Wu was right.

This time, the Jin people happened upon Qin's clash with Yiqu and Bai Di; recognizing them as fellow Zhuxia, they lent Qin a hand.

The fat leader went on to share with Su Mo some pitfalls he'd encountered while making games; Su Mo and Jiang Yueling recorded them well, while An Ruosu merely wanted to take more photos. Seeing things wouldn't be settled soon, she went off to wander the convention.

Ever since becoming pregnant, Du Yanwan had been thinking of a name for the child, but none satisfied her, so she decided to leave the naming to Zhai Yelan.