Chapter 129: [War Cultivator? Law Cultivator?] (6200 characters)

Carrying his suitcase back to his room, Chen Yan first carefully shut and locked the door, then opened the suitcase that had a mirror attached inside.

After taking out a talisman and burning it, Chen Yan entered the mirror world.

In the room, the little girl had already transformed into human form and was sitting on Chen Yan's big bed.

That luxurious big bed had a very tall bed frame, and with an expensive latex

That Other Shore Flower lord monster had very little HP left after the shadow-spread torture, and after Lu Chen cast over a dozen Holy Light spells on it, he cleaned it up completely.

Hearing this, everyone sighed with emotion, and couldn't help thinking of some rumors—about the sealed history of the Five Immortals Sect.

Hearing Bai Chuan Kai's words, Chu Mo Nian's eyes glinted with dangerous light. Did he really dare say that in front of so many people? Did he not want his face anymore?

Just like the first match against the Demon Dragon, he won, using less than five minutes.

The Jingling Master Chu that everyone feared; the army's new backbone, the future heir of the Yu family, Yu Chengfeng; and that upright and impartial criminal investigation team captain Su Yi. These three could not be easily summoned by just anyone.

To be honest, this was the first time Gao Zhendong spoke with Jia Zhangshi at a relatively close distance, in a relatively proper manner.

Song Wei Lan looked at the man's indifferent, distant face, and her heart seemed to be gripped by a large hand; the words in her throat became difficult and hoarse.

Qin Huai was truly happy, but couldn't show it. She still had to pretend to be very anxious and go look for First Grandpa together with Jia Dongxu, to see if there was any way to get Jia Zhangshi out, or at least go to the police station to inquire.

The hand gripping his cane by Old Master Fu gradually turned white, and something flashed deep in his eyes at great speed, but in the end he hardened his heart and did not look at Fu Qiming.

"How dare you!" Peng Yue drew the saber at his waist, held it horizontally in front of Xun Yu, and roared loudly. The other Tiger Guards also drew their weapons, confronting the approaching yamen runners and soldiers.

"As you can see, the method to wake your mother has been found." White Wolf placed the plate holding the blood drops on the ground in front of Alyssa.

Mo Song's will stirred, and the veiled gauze was lifted from bottom to top, raised to the nose, revealing the Dao Soul's lips. This counted as yet another new Dao Soul.

Although he saw through that this was a topic change, Chu Ran did not expose it, and instead helped carry the matter past.

As for who was stronger between the two, Ning Ye was certainly optimistic about Dongfang Qingyue—after all, she held in her hands the supreme Dao artifact, the Qingyue Divine Sword, and was also the Sword-Bearing Elder of the Dao Alliance.

Hearing Xiang Ying's words, Zhao Xian turned his head to look at the fifty-thousand army that had already begun to move slowly, and resolutely shook his head.

Facing the Son of Heaven's thunderous wrath, everyone in the great hall fell silent as cicadas in winter. For a moment, the entire Xuanzheng Hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

According to the records in the Ming Dynasty's Wubei Zhi, the Lumi Gun adopted the most advanced gunpowder technology of the Ming Dynasty at that time, with a range of up to 600 meters. Such heaven-defying performance caused many people in later generations to doubt this record.

Long Xing's hands were instantly pierced through, and the flesh on his arms was mostly scraped off by the spikes on the wolf-fang club.

"Great Yu tamed the flood by dredging instead of blocking; the same principle applies to the endless chatter of common folk. Moreover, even if there are thousands upon thousands of human hearts, even without legal constraints, people still observe public order and common decency. Why must you worry about the words of some angry youth behind a computer!" After saying this, Wang Peng closed his eyes again, no longer paying attention to Mo Fusang's muttering.

Seeing that things were going south and Big Sister was about to blow up, Ninth Grandpa hurriedly slapped the back of Lord Feng's head.

"Fufeng"—Gu Yu didn't care whether her own stamina could support it. At this moment, she even more frantically used soul skills. Just bearing the pressure from Wanyuan and Juli was already making Gu Yu miserable; now with the addition of overbearing soul skills, one could imagine that Gu Yu had completely lost her composure at this point.