Chapter 1025

Above Zhongshan County, two immortals fought a bloody battle, shattering the void; wherever they passed, it turned into nothingness.

The Zhongtian Emperor stood within a pitch-black vortex; the space near the vortex was distorted, and time also became extremely slow.

A black vortex suddenly appeared behind the Qilin Immortal; one of the Qilin Immortal's arms was torn off and devoured, dripping with blood.

The Qilin Immortal's expression was gloomy; he focused his intent on the severed arm, and the limb regenerated and grew back.

"Hahahaha, you spoke so wildly before—"

In fact, Zhong Li not only knew that Wang Shan was the culprit, but he was also clear about his motive for poisoning Zhou Master Ming Yu; it was just that he found it difficult to tell Nie Hailong.

I really can't think of any other possibility. As for discussing it openly, I wouldn't dare; it's just private speculation. If it were in the past, I really wouldn't dare.

This is a level suppression of nearly 30 levels; the players' current strength simply cannot make a dent. For this guy, even players like them who come with their own inheritances cannot change this fact. Absolute numerical crushing cannot be balanced out by ordinary means.

A sound of collision rang out; the disciples of Kuya immediately focused their gaze. After seeing clearly, their expressions were suddenly shocked, only to see Linghu Shang actually forced back several steps by this punch from Li Feng, while Li Feng remained motionless.

Ever since he heard that the Imperial Concubine had not died from the poison but was merely bedridden, Yang Hongwu had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Seeing the object flying over, this thought popped into the brains of all the Keli tribe members; one by one, they looked at the distance in disbelief, at those hundreds of flying humans, forgetting even to fire their weapons.

Otherwise, every time she flew, she would have to go up to the cloud layer, which was quite troublesome, but since it was nearly fifteen kilometers away from home, exceeding the takeoff and landing limit, she chose not to fly back directly.

Looking at the corpse of this larva, Lian Ji thought of a type of insect. A guy that specifically parasitizes the larvae of other insects.

Although they were pricked into numbness by this gaze that felt like a physical substance, the cultivators in the front row still dared not make the slightest movement, fearing that a slight move would attract Feng Mingxuan's attention.

Originally, it was just a sibling conflict between Li Kuo and Li He, but once Li Long took action, it seemed as if he were intentionally helping Li He, turning it into a family feud between the two houses.

That person became anxious, and for the first time, a pleading expression appeared in his eyes. Qing Bo found it amusing: This person, at a glance, is not a fuel-efficient lamp; he must be used to being bossy, which is why he was stabbed like this, right? But remembering the encounter of Qing Ming and Zhang Lan back then, she thought perhaps she had guessed wrong, perhaps he was a good person.

He had walked a difficult path for the sake of hatred, he had thrown everything behind him for the sake of hatred; for thousands of years, what supported him was hatred, but what made him more extreme and cold-blooded was also, in a way, hatred, wasn't it?

"Isn't the Master going to pull her off her position?" But once the words were out, seeing the expression on Jing Rong's face, she already understood a little.

In the moment of life and death, a flash of inspiration appeared in Fu Yunxi's mind, and she began to move her hands and feet, then struggled.

"I'm not going in." Wu Gang said firmly: "I want you to promise to come home with me, otherwise I will kneel to you until you promise me before I get up. I'm kneeling to beg you now." He said, and he really knelt down.

"This young man, Xu Haochuan, can be considered to have surpassed his master, without disgracing his foster father's reputation." An elderly man in his sixties who had washed his hands of the world for many years sighed, playing with the jade snuff bottle in his hand.

Of course, the effect of the cold snort was achieved; the noisy crowd of tens of thousands suddenly quieted down, all looking at Feng Liuzi with puzzled eyes.

And during the time Dongfang Zijian was eating, Feng Liuzi dismissed the applicants who had come for recruitment and gathered all four hundred and thirty people together.

Su Ruyi shook the wooden board for a while, and feeling it was about right, she pressed the side of the board with the mirror stuck to it onto the ground; the tent was also burned enough, so she poured some water on it, pushed the remains into the pit and buried them; people who didn't know the inside story wouldn't be able to see anything at all.