Chapter 964: Cang Long

The Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint.

Where the Alchemy Mountain once stood, a vast lake with a radius of a hundred miles now shrouded the area.

The surface of the lake was calm and still, without the slightest ripple; the water was pitch black, as if it could swallow everything.

The Abyss Lake!

This was the name of this lake.

Originally, there was no Abyss Lake in the Blessed Land; it was born nine years ago.

On that day, the entire Alchemy Saint Blessed Land shook, and a huge gap appeared at the edge of the sky, from which a large amount of black water and golden flames poured out.

"Are you not feeling well? Do you want me to give you a massage?" Qiu Yue, who was tidying up winter clothes, asked with concern upon seeing Chen Lan like this.

This voice seemed to come from the horizon, yet also from right beside his ear. If not for the completely different tone of the voice, Li Hui would have almost suspected that Yun Mu was saying these things right in his ear.

An Bochen spoke truthfully. His every word and action, seen by the Yin Dynasty immortals who had accompanied him, only made them sneer secretly.

However, even if Xue Yi sank those two thin lines of power into his dantian in his consciousness, it did not produce the effect of carving out Dao marks. As for any Heaven and Earth Great Array, there was nothing at all; it was as if no power had ever entered his dantian.

I moved rapidly through the bamboo forest, attempting to shake off Young Master Ying's lock on my aura, while shouting sharply: "Tyrant Tiger, are you not moving yet?" This shout contained magic power that could shake the soul, and also had the intention of disturbing Young Master Ying's state of mind.

There were still two rear guards left in front, but several people behind had already surrounded him at high speed. Ling Feng knew that if he hesitated for even a moment, he would immediately lose this final opportunity.

An Bochen was stunned, then revealed a knowing smile. How could he not be familiar with such a look from Lü Fengqi?

By then, as the players gradually gathered, the strict technical structure would let all players in the game know what should be done and what should not.

However, traveling with a Nascent Soul, while fast, was too dangerous; after all, the Nascent Soul itself is extremely fragile. A slight carelessness would lead to it collapsing.

It was just that this behavior of Nanny Zhuang was undoubtedly a threat to her master. How could the Old Madam be threatened by an old slave like Nanny Zhuang?

The two were struck as if by heavy hammers, simultaneously let out a muffled groan, flew backward ten meters, and fell to the ground, remaining lifeless for a long time.

Ye Xiao, having left his home, naturally could no longer continue practicing the Soldier-War Art. Until the Net or the government found him, Ye Xiao remained in a state of having nothing to do.

Wang Xiang was terrified, puzzled and suspicious. Madam Gu was all smiles, full of anticipation, but upon seeing the stinging caterpillars in the basket, her face instantly darkened. Prefect Gu was also full of rage, his head spinning as he quickly retreated to the side. What about the others? They had actually all turned into stinging caterpillars, just like Wang Xiang. Everyone was terrified, at a loss; it was strange.

Whoosh! The black gas was instantly slashed away by the rusty sword. The rusty sword's momentum remained undiminished as it slashed toward the black figure.

This was also why Xiao Yifeng dared to take his super-elite troops to reinforce the battlefield, because he knew that although the Ghost God Clan was very strong, they were also very poor; the poorest nation in the entire Flame Yellow was the Ghost God Clan. Don't look at the Ghost God Clan's individual combat ability being super strong, but Xiao Yifeng just looked down on the Ghost God Clan.

Not only to exercise the feeling and reaction of the hand bridging with the opponent, but also to exercise the creation and finding of the opponent's gaps and loopholes, achieving the tactical application purposes of "staying when they come, sending when they leave" and "rushing straight forward when throwing the hand."

A year passed, and there was no news of Shi'er. Old Granny Geng lived a frugal life, already distressed, but to make matters worse, she was harassed by weasels. Her family raised more than a dozen hens, and yellow weasels often entered her house at night to steal and eat them. She hated the weasels to the bone, so she set up weasel-catching cages to catch them.

"Ying Xiaowo! Just wait for me. Next, I will also let you know what kind of price there will be for angering us!" At this moment, Ji Cheng looked coldly at the surrounding magic arrays, his anger soaring to the heavens, as if he wanted to set the entire world on fire, pointing directly at the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Range.

"Swish!" Xiao Tian used all his strength, swinging the halberd in his hand fiercely toward Jiang Feng. ===== CHAPTER 965 =====