Chapter 258: Zhong Ling Yu Xiu

The group walked toward the mountain. As they neared the dwellings of the mountain folk, the small path split, with one side leading to Kufan Temple.

Zhao Ti signaled for them to turn, and Chu Wanli hurriedly went to the front to lead the way. A moment later, they arrived in front of the small temple.

The outside of the temple looked somewhat dilapidated, as if the earth had been overturned. A large bluestone that should have been nearby had been struck by some heavy object and smashed to pieces, with fragments scattered everywhere.

Zhao Ti glanced at it a few times. It seemed that Duan Duan Zhengchun's so-called 'digging three feet deep' should...

In the end, Jiang Hao speculated that although the reaction to this box of talisman paper was cold, there would still be people who wanted it.

"I will live here." Mo Yu spoke indifferently, yet with unquestionable majesty. He turned to look at the purple bamboo swaying in the wind across the mountain, a trace of nostalgia gradually appearing in his eyes.

Liu Biancheng raised his hand slightly. The burly, fleshy cultivator bowed respectfully, led the two people behind him to step aside, and dropped Mo Yu onto the ground.

At this moment, the blood-colored tide formed by tens of thousands of Golden-Backed Blood Mantises was already right before their eyes, less than fifty zhang away from Mu Feng and the Killing Puppet.

The fair, delicate fingertips, at this moment, actually presented a somewhat translucent, crystalline state.

The moment the roar of the Abyss Overlord Amur Hydras came from the direction of the Desperate Pass, everyone's expressions turned extremely ugly, even Mr. Dish was no exception. The old mage's always confident expression suddenly stiffened, and a look of disbelief flowed from the depths of his eyes.

Just as Su Qingchen was at a loss for what to do, Leng Feng pushed the door and entered. When he saw the scene before him, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his stern face, and he then turned around. Xie Qian and Bing Yu also burst into the room at this moment. In an instant, the entire room fell into dead silence, and the five of them were at a loss for what to do.

Liu Shaoyue was initially unwilling, but when Changsun Qingying mentioned there was still a mission, she had no choice but to agree.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the martial arts offensive of the three men, Xue Tianxing, stalled for a moment before unexpectedly exploding, and the blood-colored beam of light, still carrying no weak force, blasted toward the three men, Xue Tianxing.

"Trampling the Void! This is something only legendary True Immortals can use. Could it be that Palace Master Chu has already reached the True Immortal level?" Clan Head Jiang said, taking a deep breath.

Wu Feng said sternly, "Naturally, it is true." As long as the Bloodless Broken Sword was in his hands, he had a way to rescue his father.

I suddenly lost the appetite to eat. I shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice and ran to the chicken coop to take a look, only to find that the chickens and ducks locked inside were indeed dead, with blood flowing everywhere.

"Everyone move aside, if you want Yao Lan to stay alive!" Song Yang Jian clamped Yao Lan's neck tightly with one hand, while holding the Dragon Tooth in the other, the tip of the sword pressing against Yao Lan's chest.

I was very excited. Only then, by the light in the shop, did I notice that Chen Jiutong's face was full of weariness; he had clearly been rushing about outside for a long time, and the clothes he wore were even covered in dust.

She just felt that it was only three days; she should be able to take care of herself. Moreover, under such special circumstances, Ye Zhining did not want a ticking time bomb by her side.

"The Xiqi Emperor is too polite." The Northern Li Prince South Murong Hao was the first to raise his glass, responding in a carefree manner.

"Strange, clearly in the past dozen days or so, even sleeping could lead to an ambush. How come since yesterday, we haven't seen a single wild beast?" Despite this, they still did not relax even a bit. The sword-wielding man spoke in confusion, yet showed no signs of relaxing.

The mirror image was expressionless, perhaps because it lacked sentience. However, not speaking did not mean it had reconciled with Qin Yang. Just like that, it reached into its bosom, pulled out a silver, imitation Type 54 Black Star pistol, aimed it at Qin Yang, and pulled the trigger bang-bang-bang.

And those tribal warriors who appeared were actually on the mountain at the top. With sounds of barking, dozens of hunting dogs attacked the group below, followed by hundreds of tribal warriors. ===== CHAPTER 259 =====