Douluo: Conquering the Peerless Tang Sect with Heroic Spirits
Chapter 289

The Battle Begins (Part 1)

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This is a misty place where nothing can be clearly seen. The surrounding spiritual energy is so dense that it makes one feel as if they are in a fairyland.

Lin Xi looked around and decided to walk forward.

After walking for a while, the fog dissipated, revealing the surrounding scenery, and the view suddenly opened up before us.

He was surrounded by mountains, with a lake in front of him.

The lake water was crystal clear, and what was truly astonishing was the color of the water within it.

Nie Wushuang came from a wealthy family and had never lacked money, but she was still shocked to hear that Yang Tian had won 100 million.

"So, teacher, have you thought about what kind of business you want to start?" When Li Xiang saw the teacher take out his cigarette case again, he quickly picked up the lighter on the table and lit it for him.

Although he had crawled out of the poisonous swamp, covered in Black Mud and grass clippings, and looked somewhat disheveled, Wu Zijian maintained a calm expression ever since he appeared.

The bodyguard, who had just tossed Julie onto the bed, turned around and pulled out his pistol to fire when Yang Tian grabbed a scalding hot coffee pot from the cart and threw it at him.

She knew that her father had been going out early and coming home late these days, often drunk, and his health was almost ruined. She heard that he had spent a lot of money, but it hadn't solved the problem.

On this land, Xiao Bohan himself has to play an irreplaceable role, which is a heavy responsibility for him.

Not to mention Wang Kaichuan, who is only a half-baked body-refining cultivator; he is completely incomparable to Su Zheng.

The old lady not only suffers from depression but also has some forgetfulness. So even now, when Li Xiang visited her before the Lunar New Year, she still thinks he just left her house and has to go back to say goodbye before leaving.

Fan Bing, who had never heard Li Xiang speak to him so loudly before, was also taken aback and, sure enough, shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Two worlds in one window. Three people sat cross-legged around a low square table. A cup of tea entered their mouths, filling their cheeks with its fragrance.

Xingyu's feelings at this moment were like this: I considered you my best friend, but I never expected you to try to mess with my man. Although you messed with this person and that person, the anger in Xingyu's heart was the same.

Time is tight tonight. The other side should have received the message by now. Now we just need to get the materials there. Once they're in the Fallen Land, things will be much easier. Even the Japanese government won't be able to interfere.

At this time, the yang energy begins to appear, and absorbing yang into the body will not cause harm. At noon, the power of the sun is too strong, and only those who have cultivated to the third level are able to absorb and cultivate it.

"Han Yu, you scared me to death!" As soon as Han Yu opened the door, Jiang Yuyao hugged him tightly, crying and saying between sobs.

The young man appeared to be an ordinary employee of a company. His employee ID card and a blue-gray tie were draped askew over his left shoulder, and he was only wearing socks; his shoes were nowhere to be seen.

After each time, he felt weak and powerless, as if his yang energy had been absorbed.

Xingyu thought about it and, although she felt a little uneasy, Bai Susu's words were not without reason. Zhang Ling's talent for spiritual cooking was truly remarkable. If he had focused on spiritual cooking, he could probably have reached the fourth level by now.

In 794 AD, less than ten years after Roshi Kanmu established the capital, the vengeful spirit of Crown Prince Sawara, who had been wrongly killed, lingered. The emperor was forced to move the capital to Heian and set up a statue of the shogun Uenoyamaro to appease the prince's ghost. This marked the beginning of the Heian period, which lasted for more than four hundred years.

"Thank you, Hua Qin! But I still have to pay you the rent; I can't live in your house for free," An Ning said happily.

For a moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps rang out in the front courtyard of the Prince's residence, then gradually became orderly.

At that moment, Zhuoyue noticed that the air around him had also become cold and gloomy. The sun was also obscured by dark clouds, and in the blink of an eye, there was only grayness here.

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