Chapter 123: 121, Oath of the Ghost God (1/2)

121, Oath of the Ghost God (1/2)

"Let you scheme with all your cunning and muster a vast army, what then?!

In the end, I have the higher move!

Mysterious Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, unpredictable and ever-changing, combining the orthodox and the unorthodox!

You simply do not understand the power of the Mysterious Immortal!"

In an instant, Zhou Yang had approached that courtyard wall, locking eyes with Bai Xiue, who stared at him in confusion from behind the wall; a cold sneer rose in his heart, and all the humiliation and rage that had filled him now turned into boundless satisfaction!

He had originally planned to use the 'Soul-Bound One'

A mass of dark clouds, like green flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the arrows of lightning and extinguished them in its abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, alive like fire snakes, writhed through the sea and vanished in a flash.

His trump card was not any of his remaining subordinates; no matter how he calculated, in terms of righteousness and reality, Duan Jinrui had already become the new emperor, lacking only the coronation ceremony. How could Duan Jinrong's ordinary schemes possibly compete? Yet, with Liu Moyan in his grasp, the situation was different.

Since leaving Yang Tian Building, a sense of unease had lingered in Ye Feng's heart; he could not quite say what it was.

"It ended early because the seal of the Ghost Cave suddenly broke. Moreover, negotiations had been going on for a long time before the end. As for the result, it was nothing more than signing some peace treaties for the three Immortal Cultivation Realms to cease mutual aggression.

"So I have no blood relation with Second Sister or the old thief... Old thief, I will never forgive you! It is my fault, it is my fault; I failed to protect my sisters." Kong Xian ground his teeth, weeping uncontrollably, and kept slapping his own cheeks.

Just as Ye Feng was mesmerized, Linghu Yixue actually glanced at Ye Feng with a shy look and began to dance in the water.

"You love him so much. Why didn't you keep him? Why didn't you speak your heart? You love him deeply." A slightly melancholic ringtone played from the other end of the phone.

Before the two elders, she forced herself not to cry. But that did not mean she would not cry when alone.

The bloodstains became even clearer here. On the ground, there was also a dragging mark. Mi Zhu carefully examined the surroundings. Although the mountains and forests were lush, every tree seemed to carry a gloomy chill. When the mountain wind suddenly rose and the leaves rustled, they emitted a sound like night weeping.

The Lord of Divine Sword City, Lian Cheng, slowly focused his gaze on the Qingmu Clan camp. His eyes were cold and piercing, captivating the soul, filled with waves of icy light.

Long Xiang was no fool; he had long guessed that since Wang Lei and Jin Ku dared to unleash slaughter here, they must have had some secret dealings with the boss of Dragon City.

Shao Yilong also knew that the Thousand Panic Confused Moon Slash had failed. He flashed into existence immediately, his Dark Demon Sword in hand, swinging down fiercely from above.

"Boom!" In an instant, energy erupted from Xue Hun's body. The external force exploded the surrounding air, emitting a series of dull roars. The entire scene was as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"But do not forget, Jiang Zuo's family secret art is not a fist technique, but a palm technique! The Mountain-Breaking Palm has not been used yet," Su Qi said.

But I still saw a trace of doubt in the old man's eyes. After all, in today's society, people like me and the Monk are extremely rare. In fact, when the old man saw the bronze sword in my hand, his eyes even sparkled.

In the great hall, Li Yuan sat on the steps, his chin resting on his crossed hands, like a tomb tiger lying on a rock.

Niu Jinda did not think too much; he simply assumed that Qin Hao had specially arranged for Wang Fangyi to come and show off in front of him, which could be considered a form of patronage for a subordinate.

Long Xiang walked step by step toward Nakayama Ryuunosuke. His aura, visible to the naked eye, gradually coalesced. When he reached a distance of one zhang, Nakayama Ryuunosuke slowly retreated backward as Long Xiang approached.