Chapter 59

Do not forget how we came here to impart the Dao. He still remembered a sentence from the system: Star-rails can reach any place you want to go in any universe, and can also bring you back from any place you want to go, provided that you have enough cosmic transaction coins! The price starts at ten thousand.

"Still four volumes? I only saw one secret technique, and I almost got trapped to death inside," Feng Lin rebuked softly, unable to help rolling his eyes at the old man.

Yunda could make a breakthrough in the heat of battle, so why couldn't he? Even if he couldn't break through, he could still accumulate some combat experience. His cultivation level was getting higher and higher, and experts like Master Yuantong and Master Shentong were not people you could run into just anywhere.

Ji Yao accepted her once more, and she felt deeply grateful, which made her cherish it all the more. Yet Ji Yao was also making a desperate gamble.

In the night sky, fireworks burst one after another, scattering in the air to form glowing circles of various colors, dazzlingly beautiful.

"He is sick and needs treatment!" Having washed up, Cheng Erlin, who had been listening outside for a while, was already furious. She could no longer hold back, pushed the door open, and strode in with a wrathful expression.

Before he could finish his words, he saw the dark and thin Lama withdraw his right hand, extend his index finger to his lips, and make a hush gesture.

The third is spoken language. When you want to speak out, what you need is some training in this specific area.

He turned back to look at Zhang Qingyun, who looked like a blood-stained beast, a flash of complex emotion crossing his bright eyes.

Back when the spy incident occurred, the other nations had caught wind of it. The only surprising thing about it was that the spy turned out to be a crown prince, but the existence of spies among various nations was considered quite normal.

"It's a secret. You'll know when we get there." Gu Lanshan turned her head, looked at Sheng Shi, and smiled brilliantly with a mysterious air.

"Mr. Qiur'er, please!" Mu Zi'ang wished he could smash the entire bowl over the head of this arrogant fellow in front of him.

"This?" Chen Xia turned around with difficulty. She saw Xu Ling's sorrowful retreating back, and she also saw the burning envy in Mengmeng's eyes.

Xuan Yuan Tianyue looked at the newcomer, a trace of surprise flashing in the depths of his eyes. Wasn't he also severely injured? How could he walk about?

After Wei Rouyi left, Baiyou Liuxi was somewhat dazed. This person's techniques were far too similar to Rouyi's techniques in her past life.

"Pockmark, let's put him down first. My back is so sore." Mu Zi'ang knew that being carried like this all the time while having to pretend to be unconscious must have been extremely uncomfortable for Ye Qingcheng.

Thinking that it might not be impossible, Wei Rouyi tidied her clothes, only to realize that she was wearing a bright red phoenix robe.

Because fireworks were being set off outside today, the lights in the entire imperial palace were much fewer than usual. Even so, Rong Qian could still clearly see the expression on that person's face.

The more complex a cube, the harder it is for two-dimensional creatures to imagine it. When designing it, Luo Ye naturally incorporated this concept. Had it not been for constraints of time, energy, and a few other reasons, she could have designed an even more complex maze than this.

"Kill her, and bury her alongside those men in black," Su Chu waved his hand dismissively and commanded.

The wedding still had to go on. After marrying Luo Wei, she still needed to hold her head high in front of Luo Wei's relatives.

Screams echoed throughout the restaurant until the restaurant manager, accompanied by waiters, used every ounce of their strength to pull the four of them apart.

A series of low growls emitted from Wu Mian's throat as his worldview operated at full capacity. His spiritual power burned frantically, bringing a trace of cool comfort to his eyes.

Although the old Taoist priest before him was very powerful, in Toghon Temür's heart, the Living Buddha of Tantrism was his true reliance and the strongest person in the world—or rather, his straw to clutch at.

Peng Dian's furious punch was something that Suo De could neither dodge nor parry in a way that would allow him to take the hit.

He hurriedly pulled out the red packet he had prepared beforehand, shoved it into Master Ji's hands, and then pulled out several more, shoving them to Peng Shan and the workers who had just helped, not even leaving out the forklift driver.

However, since they were guests from afar, and one of them was an acquaintance, Pockmarked Old Nine finally gave in to his sense of propriety and traded some food for a few guns and some ammunition to keep as backups.

Qin Haonan led the way in front, followed by a swarm of 400 players. Running in such a neat formation attracted an extremely high rate of turned heads.

A massive sheet of flame soared into the sky, and the shockwave blew away the bipedal lizards that had just surrounded the white protective shield. The deafening roar and the oncoming sand and dust caused the demon seed to frown slightly, then turn its head aside to avoid the dust and the blinding firelight.

Though unable to harness the power of heaven and earth, their family heritage was terrifying, pushing their combat prowess straight to the sixth heaven of the Xiantian realm.

There was nothing really to complain about—Lin Haifeng himself was a cold-hearted person, and Fang Yuchiong's actions merely inherited Lin Haifeng's style.

However, the mysterious person seemed to have calculated Andrew's limit of endurance; the last batch of intelligence officers sent out actually returned safe and sound. This finally put everyone in the Holy Temple at ease, but what followed was the ultimate reason for the explosive fallout.

"There are so many people in the world, you could just grab anyone at random. Why did you have to choose me?" Wu Lei asked.

The genetic evolution of the descendants of Confucianism is getting increasingly bizarre. Gija Joseon? What kind of ghost is that? We don't want such a worthless territory, throw it away so it doesn't drag us down.