With a flick of his finger, Chen Sanshi fed Qi Cheng and the others medicinal pills to heal their injuries. "What are you still standing around for? If you can still get up, take this unworthy descendant away."
"His Majesty?!"
Dongfang Jingxing and the other man staggered closer and dropped to their knees. "Your Majesty, is it... is it really you?!"
"This humble minister pays his respects to Your Majesty!" Qi Cheng saluted, then said, "But how did Your Majesty cross the barrier between heaven and earth and return to the lower realm?"
In the twenty-seventh minute, Iniesta's pass to Messi was intercepted by Xu Ziyi. He first laid the ball off to De Bruyne, then ran forward himself. De Bruyne passed to Aguero, who carried it a few steps before handing it to Silva.
As the enormous formation operated, cultivators trained in mystic arts and the Eight Trigrams Qiankun Dao would all sense it.
This cultivation method had been passed down by the Medicine Saint of the Northern Domain. If mastered, becoming the master of the Medicine Sect would be no more than fitting.
Inside the secret chamber, water churned within a huge vat as a black flood dragon rolled and swam freely inside.
Thinking this, Qi Feng pulled out his phone and called the old bastard. Yet he said nothing, merely tapping his fingers against the receiver in a rhythmic pattern.
The assassin whose vocal cords had been severed could only make rasping sounds, but the pain he was suffering could be felt from his agonized expression alone.
The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the Zodiac was stunned. Of course, they knew that Xuanyuan Shuiying Heart was the ultimate technique of the Xuanyuan lineage—a special move that pushed the functions of every sense to their limits.