Encountering Lan Fuzi Again, Tang San's Ultimate Goal, Sending Coordinates to the Divine Realm (4K)

Between the sea and sky, where colossal waves churned, the Black and White Figure streaked across in a fierce trajectory. Wherever it passed, the sea surface exploded with a roar, furious tides rolling up pale-white spray like ten thousand unbridled steeds galloping and roaring.

High amid the clouds, dark clouds spread wildly in the wake of the speeding figure, swallowing the last sliver of daylight. Golden Lightning tore through the sky, casting the stern profile in flickering light and shadow.

Zhao Xuanzhen's gaze was grave, an unmelting stern fury congealing Between the Brows. This was needed here... After Deng Liang was beaten, I happened to run into him once at a public event. It was a social cocktail party. Wei Haichao had asked me to find her, and I hadn't expected to encounter Deng Liang there.

"Achoo, achoo!" Yang Xuan, who was soaking in a hot spring, suddenly sneezed twice more. He shook his head in puzzlement.

Honestly, for Zhang Qingyun to still be selling things on a secondhand platform in her late forties, she was quite fashionable. At the very least, Li Qingfen, Dong Yiru, and the others around her age would never have thought of doing that.

Ye Lan'er's old face turned crimson as she was startled by the sudden, utterly inappropriate flutter in her heart.

Sizhen was the Heshuo Princess, and her residence often received fine items bestowed by the imperial court. What good tea had she not seen? Even so, as the fragrance of the tea spread through the air, it still refreshed both mistress and servant.

After the King of the Southwest fell from power, although all his servants had scattered, my people could still easily find them.

According to information from his family, the missing student named Jin Ge was very important to Yan Mumu. Everyone in the Yan Family was helping her look for him, and they absolutely could not disturb her peace of mind.

There was a hint of grievance in my voice, because I felt that his movements Just Now had truly been too fierce. Although I had enjoyed it during the process, to be honest, his nearly brutal behavior was far too lacking in tenderness toward a woman.

Within the ancient forest, a majestic Purple-Gold Divine Dragon flew from Yang Xuan's hand in an instant. It grew as it rode the wind and charged toward ten White Tigers at the Spirit God Realm.

At the same time, he took it out, turned on the recording function, and positioned the video toward Chen Mohan.

Zheng Yan had come to learn and get involved in Han Shu's business, not specifically to do work serving others. So, when both sides benefited, she would not be Focused on her salary. As long as she had enough to spend, Is Enough. Now, they could see things clearly—it was not yet time to make money.

Tang San knew even better that, for Soul Masters, the upper limit for absorbing the Seventh Soul Ring was Fifty Thousand Year.

"You're too kind." Situ Yaru nodded gently. After speaking, she left the office with Chu Haoran.

Qin Yi was thinking about the plot when she sensed someone watching her. She looked over and discovered Jiang Niannuan. Somewhat bewildered, she still gave her a friendly smile.

"I didn't do it, so why am I always the one getting scolded?" Niu Haochun looked at Han Shu.

Even for Nirvana Realm experts, gathering them was extremely troublesome. Therefore, when many people sought to break through into the Nirvana Realm, they would do everything possible to accumulate a massive number of Nirvana Pills. Such reserves were something even the super sects of the Eastern Xuan Domain Did not possess.

In the original storyline, there was the image of Martial Ancestor Lin Dong destroying the Demon Emperor. What was destroyed was not the true Demon Emperor.

Supporting himself weakly against the ground, Yan Cheng fixed his cold, sinister eyes tightly on the distant Heiming. The curve of his lips slowly rose, revealing white teeth in a strange smile.

However, Chu Haoran had no intention of doing business with the Japanese. Not to mention that he did not know how to make these gloves now, even if he did, he would only sell them to the Chinese military and equip his own Purgatory Legion. Who had ever heard of giving good things to one's opponents? Wouldn't that be asking for a beating?

The army soldiers froze, then hurriedly turned around. Yet they Did not see the person who had let out the furious roar. Instead, they saw a gigantic fiery-red orb of light hurtling straight at them.

One had to know that he had sent people to investigate the other party's background. That person was no simple character.