Chapter 179: 176, Mo Mo (6K, 1/1)

176, Mo Mo (6K, 1/1)

"I don't know..."

Song Jia shook her head, her expression bewildered: "This situation has never occurred before.

It has never happened that a non-Black Zone defector would be targeted by the corresponding 'Yin-Generated Ghost'..."

Previously, Song Jia had said that the Black Zone refers to regions erased from reality, places with a high probability of being unfindable.

But occasionally, some people walk out of those Black Zones.

Those who walk out of the Black Zone are called 'Black

Drawing lots is like a lottery; when will that happen? Getting into a key kindergarten requires connections in the official circles, so today I'm coming with my head held high to ask Xu Congcong.

"I'm here, just arrived." He responded with his mouth, but in his heart, he found it strange how Shen Zhongyue knew Lin Lan.

On the other hand, it indeed gives him a place to sit, but most importantly, it makes it convenient to "keep a close watch" on him.

Jiang Yu looked at An An, pondered briefly, and understood: An An's special ability is Qimen Dunjia, a derivative art of the Eight Trigrams of Heaven; "Great Form has no Shape" is a phrase from the Tao Te Ching, so it must be related to Daoist arts. Therefore, An An, who has mastered Qimen Dunjia, can naturally sense the fluctuations from the same source.

The situation was basically one-sided; among this year's freshmen, there were fully ten to twenty Great Dou Masters. At this moment, basically all of them had failed, and five or more Great Dou Masters followed Xiao Yan, Wu Hao, and others to besiege one senior student.

Jiang Yu's smile clearly froze. He resentfully poured out the tea in the pot, then, with practiced ease, refilled it with hot water, let it steep for a while, and poured it into the cup in front of the Old Commander.

They entered the conference room unhurriedly and sat down in twos and threes. Lanzi was pouring water for everyone, and Zhao Ziwei was helping too.

"Then Shang Yuan cannot come, but his subordinates can, right? Let Shang Yuan send some of his thousand-year fierce ghost experts. Even if they cannot capture the Demon Spirit alive, they can at least drive the Demon Spirit out of the Luo Shen Kingdom. As long as the Demon Spirit leaves the Luo Shen Kingdom, Shang Yuan can appear and capture him." Bei Tingting thought for a moment and said.

But the six months of the off-season cannot generate labor costs; breaking even requires full effort. Without developing new businesses, there cannot be too many designers.

Ye Ming listened and suddenly understood. So that's how it is. It seems Mao Renfeng is planning to proceed step by step. He first pinned his hopes on the powerful Heavenly Fire, but since Heavenly Fire failed now, he has pinned his hopes on this list again. Fortunately, it was hidden secretly enough. Moreover, Changchun is still in the hands of the Party and the Nation. So Ye Ming looked at Hanshan Dao.

"Hah!" Xu Wuya's eyes surged with fighting spirit. Suddenly, he let out a loud roar. His hands suddenly stood upright, like axes, and swiftly slashed down at him.

One wore a golden-threaded robe, with golden hair and blue eyes; the other had dark red hair, with a black robe fluttering. They were not old, appearing to have just reached adulthood. The two shared a common trait: they were so beautiful they did not seem like mortals.

The immense power made Lin Yan's grip on the sword unstable. Sparks erupted from the war sword. Then it spun around and fell straight down.

"Master Huang, thank you so much today. It's really a bother to have you make another trip," He Mingshan said politely, holding Huang Yizhen's hand.

Ye Qing nodded, but still felt uneasy and decided to go to the palace to investigate. An Xiaozhu requested to accompany him.

Yan Luoxi had been sitting among the crowd, wearing a gentle smile, and had to occasionally express gratitude for the concern of a certain elder who suddenly appeared before her, while also keeping an eye on Shao Meizhuo's probing glances directed at her from time to time.

Seeing that the army below the city was not in a hurry to pursue the black-clad figures nor did it show any intention to retreat, Dugu Yingcheng smiled and shook his head.

"That's right. According to the information I received, Jun Liufeng is indeed a member of the Jun family. As for how he escaped that catastrophe, I suppose no one knows except the person involved." However, calculating by the timeline, the Jun Liufeng of that year should have still been an infant in swaddling clothes. I suppose if we ask him, he wouldn't know either.