Chapter 983: Visitors from the Dao Palace, the name of Luo Chen

At the Spirit Testing Ceremony site.

Young men and women full of vitality filed in from outside, scattering in twos and threes all over the square.

But if one looked down at the venue, one could clearly perceive that even among peers, these youths were divided into their own small circles.

The liveliest was naturally the circle where Zhou Yuhao was, and the most prominent was the team composed of only three other people.

In addition, not far away, a large crowd was also gathered around Zhou Yuqi...

He simply closed his eyes, and the cheers in his ears finally rang out. A difficult smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. You can cheer all because of me. This feeling of being a hero... so happy.

"It's over, it's over." Hong Chengchou's eyes were vacant. At this moment, he knew he could no longer escape the fate of failure.

At this juncture, when the secret guard told him that Madam Min had gone mad, the Ninth Imperial Uncle had no time to think much, only saying one sentence: "I know," and then threw it behind him, asking no more.

"..." I squinted at the Fox Immortal, remaining silent for a long time. I turned my head, looked straight ahead, gazed at the lights flying past outside the car window, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The highly tense nerves in my brain gradually relaxed.

"Forget it, let's go back! Looking at him, he doesn't seem like a bad person. Moreover, that is the Xiao family's ship. Even if something happens, the Xiao family won't let such a person be unfavorable to Mr. Zhang." Xue Yong waved his hand and said.

"Boom, boom." A series of loud noises rang out, and it wasn't until ten shells were fired that the gate was completely destroyed.

But the expected wind still didn't arrive. Amidst the disappointed or hopeful eyes of the entire audience, the Zhixue Academy pitcher opened his glove and successfully caught the ball.

So Shohei felt that situations like the first pitch could occasionally happen but one should never count on it. After all, the batter only needs to hit one ball, while the pitcher must throw three. When it comes to probability, the pitcher cannot compete with the batter.

Taking it lightly this time was sixteen Martial Saints; there's no guarantee they won't send more next time, so immediately recall Number Five to recover profound energy within the God's Tomb.

She wrung her hands again and again; she could only use this action to divert her attention and calm herself down.

The Mountain and River Map trembled, evolving into virtual shadows that traveled through the void; clearly, they were cast toward the major forces.

Seeing his subordinates shrinking back in fear, the boss of the loan company seemed to be unable to sit still. The momentum that had been so arrogant just a moment ago gradually disappeared without a trace.

However, Muxue didn't run toward Gu Chen. It turned its head to look at the huge ball of light suspended in the sky and licked its long dog mouth. The saliva instantly covered the sharp dog mouth in a day, and that pair of long fleshy whiskers also straightened and bent, bent and straightened. That appearance was truly that of a foodie.

Under the cultivation of Alien Baltan, the Hyper Zetton larva grew sturdily, its body armor completely hardened, nearing maturity.

Not being disturbed by outsiders, not having the worries of external affairs, just growing old hand in hand with the person you love—what's the point of cultivating immortality? What's the point of refining the Dao? Forget it all, just wanting to grow old together.

"If so, why not let the ancestors of the Imperial Mausoleum take action? Wouldn't that be simpler?" There are too many old antiques in the Imperial Mausoleum of the Great Yan Dynasty, and there are quite a few with Half-Emperor cultivation, and even Dao Monarch cultivators. Most of them haven't even entered the hall, yet they were entrusted with such an important task; this was unexpected.

The moon in the sky was large and bright, like a huge mirror overlooking the earth, emitting a faint, cold moonlight; the night was bright and quiet, without a sound. People were resting, the wind was strong, blowing with a howl, making people feel cold in their hearts, sensing a trace of killing intent and anger. ===== CHAPTER 984 =====