Sacred Spirit Mountain's Sacred Spring

"Who's sneaking around?"

Liu Ling shouted coldly.

An old man stepped out from the bushes, his face covered in wrinkles. He wore a grayish-white robe, his aura restrained.

"You are Liu Ling?"

the old man asked in a deep voice.

Liu Ling watched the old man warily.

"Who are you?"

The old man smiled faintly.

"I am the guardian of Sacred Spirit Mountain, ordered to come and guide you all."

All four were startled.

That was why Jiang Zhiwu and Wang Yubing had reacted that way when they saw Jiang Chen. They feared delaying their son's future.

If Ling Lan could open Wind Demon Palace, Heavenly Demon Sect would gain another treasured cultivation ground where spiritual energy gathered, allowing the sect's overall strength to rise to another level.

With a thought from Mo Wudao, Sky-Piercing Tower shot out several beams of light and launched an attack on the Su Clan's Third Elder.

Yet even though everyone understood this perfectly well, countless people still wandered around West Garden every day without tiring of it.

After Zhang Mingxi watched Chen Yilin enter the elevator, she leaned against the entrance and waited a while before taking the elevator herself.

Thus, Lin Yu used the breath-concealing technique that the Great Demon avatar had taught him and quietly followed behind the old man.

The situation was better than expected. After all, neither the Witch God Clan giants nor the people of the Immortal Martial Great World had acted recklessly in the occupied territories. The Witch God Clan's blood-sacrifice secret art and the soldiers' confiscation of jewelry here were understandable. After all, these two extraterrestrial forces had come to Dark Giant Star to seek the treasures they wanted.

The frozen stream flowed back along its original path, like a sharp ice arrow stabbing straight at Baili