Chapter 123: JM Is Simply Superman

A peak piercing the clouds, with nebulae swirling around it.

"The imagery of bravely scaling the peak is designed cleverly; there's something to it!"

SpongeBob rotated his round body to adjust his sitting posture, his crab-claw fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

As the long shot slowly narrowed, a clean white hand suddenly emerged from the bottom right of the frame, grabbing a burning fragment of molten rock from a crack in the ground.

The moment red and white flame patterns danced on the cuffs, all

Her indifferent expression remained unchanged; even 'face like frost' could not describe her icy beauty.

Lin Tiezhu quickly supported his wife, controlling her so she wouldn't get too excited and disturb Mu Chendong's treatment.

Especially now, she propped her head up in utter boredom, not even glancing at the arena once. Even though Ge Sheng wanted to remind her, the encounter from earlier prevented him from opening his mouth.

Ye Qiu's eyes tightened slightly; he saw an opening and immediately thrust out two fingers, directly pinching the blade thrusting straight at him.

The huge stone stele seemed erected by a god; the characters 'Spirit God' glowed with divine radiance, undispersed for a thousand years. Below were carved names, seemingly in order of rank. Gazing at the stele, Zi Han was suddenly immersed in it, as if there was deep meaning within.

This bronze giant man, at first, I really thought it was; I even felt my body was so hard that Chu Tian would never be able to hurt me. But unexpectedly, Chu Tian's attack was one that traps people.

Seeing this, Zi Han's brows furrowed involuntarily. He said nothing; since he was to fight, he had never feared anyone. Moreover, at this moment, that man was merely at the Spirit God First Turn realm. After undergoing the baptism of the Nine-Colored Thunder Tribulation, he was flawless within his realm, confident in his invincibility.

As Ye Qiu scanned the hills one by one, his gaze finally stopped on one of the barren hills.

Zhou Miaomiao said 'okay', hung up the phone, and called her assistant Wei Xuling. She asked her to call the Spring Festival Gala production team to confirm whether her program had been cancelled.

In just a few minutes, the originally rusted Shen Nong Cauldron instantly looked brand new, becoming a completely new cauldron.

Her current demands were quite low; as long as her conditions for eating, wearing, and using improved, she would be very satisfied.

Xu Chuan's eyes unconsciously closed, and then he felt that vast spiritual power within his body rapidly recede, returning into the Buddhist beads in his mind.

"Really? Then let's go sell sugarcane right away." Keke looked extremely excited, dancing with joy. She hadn't expected her mom to actually say she would take her to eat soup noodles.

Blood Guanyin just liked Du Bian's type: half hooligan, half scholar, and still handsome.

Eh? No way. Did she escape from death? The heavens trembled, quickly brightening their eyes to gaze fixedly.

"He's purely an old lecher. At his age, why look for an old lover? Is he powerful and wealthy?" Old Li said.

"Inner Court, Outer Court, and the framework of the Great Qin Imperial Court..." Ying Zheng carefully savored the second suggestion given by Sun Yuankui, inexplicably feeling it was very suitable for the newly born Great Qin.

Seeing his grandson fully recovered, while marveling at Xu Chuan's exquisite medical skills, Nalan Renjie immediately considered that Leopard-Head Crocodile. This was a demon beast he had worked hard to obtain; in terms of combat power, it was absolutely the number one existence of the Nalan family.

Three knocks on the door immediately stopped the family's scene of familial happiness. Li Fengqin went to open the door and welcomed in an old acquaintance. Sun Houtzi saw him and hurried forward to shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

Liu Bei looked in the direction Liu Yu pointed; indeed, it seemed like several deserted islands, probably sparsely populated or uninhabited. Getting to the islands would be good; at least they could find food, drink, and supplies, replenish their energy, and then have hope for escaping.

"It's Fang Lin, right? Did Mo Ye and the others bring him?" Before Fang Lin could speak, a voice came from behind the door; it was the City Lord.