Chapter 837

Although it was the first time hearing someone explain the method of Taiyin Refining Form, Xiao Yu's realm was high enough now, and her knowledge and experience were sufficient, so she understood the basic principles as soon as she heard them.

Recalling her handling of Sister Shao Yao's corpse a few years ago, it seemed to have only achieved the effect of "raising a corpse."

It was far inferior to the Taiyin Refining Form method that the Queen Mother of the West taught Madam Danhua.

She was only raising a corpse, while the Queen Mother didn't need to raise it at all; she used a single Jiangxue Pill to make the corpse dead but not decayed.

【Mouth】

Amidst a light reprimand, Gouzi flashed and attacked. Just at this moment, Gouzi saw the trace of a smile at the corner of Duan Yi's mouth—that was the smugness of seeing prey fall into a trap—and he secretly cried out "not good" in his heart.

Toward Wang Xi, Chen Yufan nodded with a smile. His mind was pure, so he was the one most able to accept this reality, and it was precisely because of this that Chen Yufan liked Wang Xi the most among the five.

However, surprise was surprise; toward the five arrows that were shot in succession, the man in blue no longer intended to use his body to block them hard. After a series of rapid changes in direction, he managed to avoid the attack of these five arrows within a very short distance.

That attendant chief named Narte hurriedly greeted several assistants outside the door to close the windows and pull the curtains together.

Of course, Huzi's so-called discussion of ideological problems was probably not done with his mouth but with his fists. Chu Mingqiu understood his meaning immediately. Yongzi watched them tease each other and thought for a while before he understood. He couldn't help but shake his head; to think they would use this method to join the group.

The cool breeze was blowing, suitable for resting. Desai lay half-reclined on the soft sand and stone-paved river beach, feeling too lonely, so he turned his head and noticed that Lieutenant Raymond Jacques, the guard officer, was still guarding not far away, his gaze always vigilant toward the pitch-black surroundings.

"Hehe," Aierlike laughed very honestly, then turned around with a blank expression and started playing poker with Aierlike and Lumia, while Reimu and Orange watched from the side.

These five sixth-rank experts of the Ten Thousand Horses Society detoured and infiltrated, using the mark left on the exotic horse that Chen Yin had taken away, and finally managed to surround Chen Yin here; they couldn't help but feel a sense of great relief.

The mechanical armor that was shot jumped up on the spot. Two jet pipes provided it with enough power. Its speed was comparable to a third-rank primordial beast, and its stability was even stronger.

"Damn it, who is making a loud noise outside!" In a very bad mood, Mawahovski directly snatched the right to speak from the Speaker of the Upper House.

A chaotic beating and kicking directly left the Great Elder with no power to fight back, his face bruised and swollen, and nosebleeds flying wildly.

In our subconscious, we definitely think that the more powerful the Word Spirit, the higher the serial number, the stronger and fiercer it is.

He had never proven to us just how terrifying his strength was, letting us retreat in the face of difficulties. Gu Yuhe really could not understand the clues within; this could only be attributed to the madness of gods—he was despising all living things, toying with all living things.

After asking, I wanted to slap myself in the mouth; this question was too stupid. This is the Dongshan mass grave; who the hell would live in this place?

However, the bullets modified by the Scientific Research Department only made it bleed a little; this terrifying defensive power was too astonishing.

Originally prepared to fight again, who knew that just after walking into the inner city, a man who looked about forty years old was already standing at the door to greet them. Behind him were three young people, each of them looking like dragons and tigers, with quite impressive momentum.

Moreover, Gan Lin learned from the original owner's memory that her father had never done anything out of line, and her brothers were not bad people either; how could outsiders spread such rumors?

And Jian Lengfeng, seeing this, also drew his sword to counterattack; no matter who it was, they could not withstand his sword at all.

At this moment, her soul felt as if it were soaking in a hot spring, warm and comfortable; if there were any more, I'm afraid her soul would be a little drunk.

If the second animation could make the audience have the thought that "produced by Qingji, it must be a boutique," then Qingji Society could be considered successful.

An electronic lock was installed on the door. Ning Aoxue entered the password, and the large door automatically opened to both sides. Chu Tianfeng hurriedly picked up his luggage and followed Ning Aoxue inside.

Su Qianye obediently brought her pajamas and then sat on the edge of the bed to dry her hair. He never liked to blow-dry his own hair, but he had enough patience to blow-dry hers.

"Hmph, I'm afraid it won't be that easy for you to find relief; I want to tear you to pieces with my own hands," Huang Xiaoxiong said in a low voice, and at the same time, his entire aura surged.

"You go out and tell the fans not to wait anymore; I'm leaving," Su Feibai looked at his phone and ordered.

That was a Daoist imprint one level higher than Huang Xiaoxiong's, unprecedented in the Donghuang Continent; only Zhao Chuan alone possessed it.

Amidst the sound of clashing gold and iron, Jiang Chen raised his hand to condense a demonic mountain. The mountain body was as real as if it existed, and the sounds of apes howling and tigers roaring, and fierce insects flapping their wings, came from it, as if it were a demonic land.

Ming Lan in the play was a brother-con, possessing an extremely strong possessiveness toward her younger brother, and even a somewhat pathological paranoia.

Watching her enter the kitchen, Fu Xinyu and Song Qiming looked at each other, picked up their phones, and looked at them before they understood.

Danzo chuckled: "Bullying people of Konoha in Konoha, isn't that a bit too arrogant?" Toward ninjas from other villages, Danzo would not have a good face.

Mizuhara Kosuke nodded repeatedly; he knew that what Shiraishi Ryuichi was talking about were the Totsuki Ten of the third year of Totsuki Academy.

A pile of Bai Yin-tier equipment was harvested, all of which were high-level Bai Yin-tier equipment of level fifty or sixty, but when the mainstream level of players reached level fifty or sixty, who would still wear Bai Yin-tier equipment?

Today's tasks, besides leveling up rapidly, were to collect the fangs of ancient orcs, plus a forging blueprint for an Epic-tier weapon that was dropped.

Zhang Ji felt as if a stone was pressing down on his heart, and he suddenly felt a bit unable to breathe.

After speaking, this bald priest did not straighten his waist; he remained deeply bent, waiting for the princess's reply.

However, in the dead of night at this moment, with the light breeze blowing against his body, Jiang Yan, wearing a thin shirt, could not help but feel a chill.

And at this moment, the Wolf King howled toward the sky, the wind and snow filling the sky suddenly scattered, and a bright, clear moon suddenly rose, casting down moonlight.

Lin Wei struggled to open his blood-filled eyes, looked at Duo Bi Ke Luo with some smugness, and then a bright light emitted from his body.

Therefore, these people who had surrounded them all pinned their hopes on this Wind-Thunder Beast's extreme arrogance, hoping it would take the initiative to stay and fight them. Only in this way could they find an opportunity in the battle to kill it.

The events of two days ago were like a nightmare, circling in his mind all day long. No matter how he prayed to the Holy Light, these things would always pop into his mind inadvertently.

"My brother has his brother-in-law and close relatives, a whole family, how lively it is," the young man said with an envious expression.

Although the still-young Zhang Zhetian had been in the business for less than a year, he was not like the already famous Emperor Bei, who arranged his own troops and decided who would play.

Jian Mo Fan's deep eyes stared at Yan Mumu for a long while. He discovered that Yan Mumu was lowering her head and biting a straw, looking very bored.

"If Mourinho is determined to defend, very few people can break his bus," Neville said.