Chapter 78

Old neighbor.

Dou Changsheng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This Old Immortal of the East Sea is truly unlucky to be neighbors with this old monster.

However, this old monster had endured for several years without making a move, and there were problems with that too.

In this life, the experts of the Earth Ranking, who should have stood at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, had vanished without a trace, hiding and not appearing.

If it were one or two, that would be fine; it could only be said that their personalities were different, but so many Heaven Ranking experts...

Theoretically, this kind of terrain is not the best ambush terrain. Usually, choosing an ambush terrain is in a valley, with high mountains on both sides, where one can strike the enemy with rolling logs and stones. The problem is, no one is a fool; when encountering such terrain, they will send out scouts to search repeatedly to confirm it is safe before passing through.

After the voice fell, there was no response for a long time, but Wang Fan and Qing Xuanzi were both staring intently below.

Lin Qingxuan didn't expect that Shangguan Mei would actually use her spiritual sense to peep. Suddenly hearing these words, she couldn't help but feel both ashamed and annoyed. She simply opened the door again, reached out, and pulled Xia Xue'er into the room.

Xue'er shook her head, her lips moved, and a fiery red beam of light shot out, merging with the attack of the firebird beside her, directly blasting onto the head of the Mountain Earth Dragon, causing the Mountain Earth Dragon to roar even more angrily. The power of this strike was quite terrifying, causing nearly 100,000 damage! It caused the others to look sideways.

The Iron Prison is very large. I had enough fun outside, and then I stayed here for hundreds of years in a row. Many ancient fierce people are imprisoned here; some have already been annihilated by time, but there are still a few extremely terrifying ones who have not died to this day.

Wang Fan looked up at the few human faces at the mouth of the well, and just as he was about to shout to them to pull him up, he suddenly heard: "Love and hate are only in a single thought. This Li Xiulan has been guarding for five hundred years to take revenge, and I have waited for a thousand years for a true love." This voice was very familiar. Wang Fan turned back suddenly, but behind him was only the gloomy and cold wall of the well.

Gongsun Wujiu pondered for a moment, but then smiled: "Although this old man entered the mystical realm not long ago, I was ambushed by someone. Seriously injured, I had no choice but to escape in a hurry."

Wang Fan nodded with a grave expression, suddenly remembering his own situation, and a bitterness welled up in his heart. He was right; to obtain power that transcends one's own limits, one must inevitably pay a great price. Otherwise, how could he fight against the Heaven Mysterious Venerable with the posture of a Heaven-Human at the age of twenty-something?

And he was extremely grateful to Wang Fan and Tiger and the others, specially preparing a banquet to invite them to dinner. The food and wine on the table were countless times more sumptuous than when they celebrated the New Year.

After about seven or eight breaths of time, suddenly a deafening roar came from within Liang Ping's body, and then terrifying power surged out.

Pfft, "a few meager scraps," Li Han almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Pei Zhaoan looked gentle and cold; he didn't expect him to be so sharp-tongued.

The Star Fall Sword is one of Yue Yao's most important opportunities. Now that it has been taken by her, there is absolutely no possibility of turning things around.

"Sister, it's not easy for me to travel the mountain road; can you pay the fare?" the driver said, swallowing his anger.

Wei Yao and the other fellow disciples just arrived at the Junji Mountain camp. The camp was chaotic; those who arrived earlier were setting up felt tents. The military officer in charge of the camp told all the tribes not to use axes to cut down trees, not to light fires outside the tents at night, and not to dig stoves to cook until the warriors scouting the path ahead sent back news.

Around the well, flowers were in full bloom. Lin Qiqi sniffed; it was the floral fragrance just sent by the breeze.

After Wei Yao returned home, she unraveled her braids, and a suspicious strip of cloth fell out. What a jerk! It was what Wei Mao had stuffed into her nostrils; when did he tuck it into her hair?

And Shi Yanping heard from a fellow villager who came to Haicheng together that there was an ecological nursing home project in Mi Village, and investing now would grant a lifetime bed in the nursing home.

Zhou Yuniang, as the Son of Heaven of the Great Zhou, has led the development of the Southern Territory for thousands of years, making the Southern Territory's immortal Dao prosperous and the mortals live and work in peace and contentment, which can be said to be benefiting all living beings.