Chapter 161: It's All Fate! (6400)

Chen Yan's trouser cuffs and elbow sleeves were smeared with quite a bit of mud; the mud was damp, and after a single wipe with his hand, it mixed into the fabric, impossible to clean off.

Temporarily suppressing the surprise and unease in his heart, Chen Yan carefully surveyed the surroundings.

Is it... a Secret Realm?

Similar to the one he experienced in the Land of Japan, a Secret Realm conjured by the ring, this magical treasure?

Hmm,

In these two and a half months, Mu Yan successively comprehended five profound arts: Burning Scorch, Passing, Shattering, Illusion, and Tremor Kill.

Hua Long said: "That still doesn't mean you have to prick her like a hedgehog; some wounds formed after death. Once a person is dead, the murderer still keeps stabbing her."

The name Dantian, on one hand, is because the belt meridian circling the navel, abdomen, and waist forms the outer frame of the character 'field' in its shape, while the central meridian connecting the navel and the Gate of Life forms a cross, its form resembling the character 'field', hence it is named 'field'.

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been hard to fully uphold together; this saying found its best interpretation on this powerful figure.

Feng Tiange did not use any spells in the first round. He simply strode forward toward Feng Lianxiu, intending to knock Feng Lianxiu directly off the stage.

With the threat of Li Zhi resolved, Su Xuannuan's heavy stone of worry finally lifted; she turned her head to look at the man who was driving with full concentration.

Upon arriving at the forging room and seeing the spiritual weapons inside, each emitting a cold gleam, Dongfang Ming's eyes widened! The shock today came far too suddenly, and moreover, these intermediate-grade spiritual weapons were all crafted by his own son.

The moment the village head's words fell, the villagers began to calculate, checking if they had any kinship with the Zhao Sanlang family. Those with even a distant relation, perhaps brothers from the grandfather's grandfather's generation, were so terrified that sweat poured out.

When Shen Deben saw Shen Xianyu calling him over, he was no longer the youth who would recklessly speak up to question Shen Xianyu; the wind and rain of these two or three years, the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

So, thinking so much is useless, and moreover, the truth, Ivan will never know in this lifetime, and moreover, we people, including the state, have been sufficiently sincere toward him.

For some reason, Su Changqing felt as if fate had destined it in some vague way, or perhaps it was some kind of telepathy; he unconsciously turned his gaze toward a certain direction.

Han Li was in mid-air, with no place to leverage for evasion; he could only let out a low roar, all his mystical apertures on his body blazing with light, and his double fists thrust out violently.

Not only that, the golden cloud flickered a few times, its color suddenly changed to earthy yellow, and the law fluctuations radiating from it likewise turned into the heavy, immeasurable earth law; the void nearby trembled incessantly, as if unable to bear the weight of the yellow cloud.

Furthermore, Yang Shangjing took off the court robes he wore when receiving the imperial decree, changed into a relatively fresh official uniform, and left the county yamen's main gate heading straight for the Anti-Wokou Office; the matter of him receiving the decree here could not be kept from people, so he had to go over and see the reaction of the officials at the Anti-Wokou Office.

Han Li watched this scene, his gaze involuntarily twitching slightly; after twenty years of torment in the Illusory Realm, the Phage Gold Immortal's spiritual sense power also seemed to have become a few degrees stronger.

Shang Jiaqian, upon hearing the words just spoken by Ling Yuhang, was filled with a bellyful of rage; he took a deep breath in his heart, clenched his fists tightly, and stared at her with cold, icy eyes.

Night fell, cool breezes blew gently, the biting cold wind howled through the trees in the mountains, the leaves rustling, as if the sky were raining.

This was a house built from haystacks, and it had even been divided into a living room and two bedrooms.

No wonder his posture was so straight and his legs so straight; it turned out it was inseparable from his hard training.

The old Daoist Priest had a lean and refined appearance, with a goatee growing beneath his chin; the folds and ripple lines on his Daoist robe were distinct, as if he were riding the wind, looking like his clothes and sleeves were fluttering, possessing quite an air of immortal elegance.

The two weapons clashed; Sun Qian and the man who charged forward first were locked in a stalemate, while at this moment, sharp military knives surrounded them on all sides.