Chapter 436

The old Daoist Hu Du ultimately did not agree to Liu Xiaolou's request—to return to Wulong Mountain—but he handed Liu Xiaolou one hundred taels of silver, asking him to help repair the Gourd Temple at the Gourd Mouth.

"Xiaolou, after the Gourd Temple is repaired, do me a favor."

"Old Hu Du, just say it. Whether you go up the mountain or not, we will always be family. Why talk about favors between family! That's what should be done!"

"Auntie Xian on Songmao Terrace has always wanted to become a nun with me, the old Daoist, to be a—"

By now, Victor had confirmed the approximate location of the main tomb chambers of the Despair Witch King and the Withered Witch King. The locations of the tomb chambers of the Plague Witch King and the Summer Witch King remained to be surveyed.

Yun patted her chest, fortunately, she was fine. She didn't know what was wrong with her; maybe it was because the pressure recently was too great, and she had nowhere to vent, so she let out a sigh of relief.

Shu Feng ordered everyone to rest where they were, and at the same time, he gathered all the warriors and young, strong men from the demon race, about seven or eight thousand people.

"For a purely academic organization to exist for so many years in such a war-torn world, many things indeed require compromise," the authentic Great Sage in the void explained with difficulty.

What exactly is the light of the soul of ordinary humans? Victor didn't know either, so he simply didn't mention the light of the soul.

Victor really wanted to turn back and take a close look at the core members of the elven reinforcements. His nemesis talent was different from Wind Whisper; relying on Qiqi's animal companions, he caught a glimpse of the Elven Prince, Elder Wind Song, and the Hill Dwarf General. But the ferocious black wolf didn't get close to strangers, so Victor missed the other core members among the elven reinforcements.

And the guests he invited today were basically students from NYU. After all, you have to eat a meal one bite at a time, walk a road one step at a time, and promote mahjong one table at a time.

Ye Bei's fair fingers elegantly picked up the wine glass, looking at the red wine poured inside, his expression calm to the extreme.

The sudden change happened instantly, and Li Yunfei couldn't react in time. Of course, the main thing was that Li Yunfei suddenly felt that the beam of light was very familiar and intimate, so he didn't escape.

If Area 51 wanted to, it would be easy to wipe out their Black Wolf Killer Organization without any difficulty.

Without stopping at all after hitting the wall, Chen Geng instantly dodged to the side, and the heavy punch, like a battering ram used to demolish a house, instantly shattered the already cracked wall.

Another thousand years passed, and the cadres of the Dragon-Worshiping Sect who couldn't enter the four-star level basically died of old age. No matter how powerful a person was, they couldn't resist the erosion of time. Even Qin Zheng couldn't stop this; recently, he didn't even have the time to be sentimental.

"Come on, let's fight the last battle," Liu Yaoxi looked at the various weapons in front of him and said slowly.

Thinking of these things, based on the premise of taking the overall situation into account and killing or wounding as many Japanese invaders and traitors as possible in the future, Ye Tian chose to retreat.

Watching her clumsy appearance, while extremely enjoying it, Ye Tian went through a wave of being fond of playing the teacher.

He never imagined that he had only come to treat an illness, and now it seemed he also had safety risks himself.

In this boundless sea of clouds, a massive stone gate stood alone, as if it had existed here since the beginning of time, never having moved even half an inch.

Wen Qian's strength was too poor; only by raising it to the seventh or even eighth stage of the Saint Realm could she barely protect herself.

The intense pain in his arm made him scream, but it also sobered him up from this drunken stupor. His sweat-drenched head saw that it was Li Ruyue, and he was filled with horror. When he saw Qin Zheng sitting upright, he became as pale as a sheet of paper.

Fine, their faces could only be white, a bloodless white, impossible to turn into other colors. However, in their eyes, there was undisguised terror and horror.

"Wait! Why is Lady Dou in such a hurry to send me away without listening to me finish? Could it be to cover up something? What if I said that Jiaoyue's cause of death wasn't man-made, but something else?" Wen Yukou remained unhurried, steadily observing every change in Lady Dou's expression.