The mansion of Xihai Longhu is located in the southern attachment city.
In a sense, he actually tried to set an example.
Of course, Xihai Longhu is after all a disciple of Shenguang Gate. His example is just that to others.
Shenguang has already established the East Attachment City. Now, he is under pressure from the Alliance of Immortals to establish the South Attachment City. Many people are not optimistic about it.
But under the banner of Mengxiang's edict, the scattered cultivators at the bottom of Honglouzhao began to enter Xihai in large numbers,
Moreover, the battle between Jiangxia and Jiaozhou has also been in a stalemate, both sides have suffered losses but have not yet captured the city.
Qin Yang hesitated for a second, and then calmly explained the trouble of Han Qingqing's family in simple terms.
"Are you raising ghosts?" Li San'e asked directly without mincing words, his gaze fixedly on Chen Hao.
Ye Chen sat down directly opposite Xia Feng, without any precautions, and spoke with a sighing tone.
Everyone present followed Wei Chuan with their eyes, watching him with a serious expression as he approached Hu Yu and whispered in his ear.
Learning thieving techniques from the Laughter, it was a decision he had only recently made. This was because the Dragon King had tasked him to steal something when he went to Yinggelei, and Qin Yang thought that the Laughter's magical thieving skills might come in handy.
Early the next morning, the news that Xia Feng and his ten disciples successfully broke through the Daodingo Jing and surpassed the Wuji Jing spread throughout the entire Eastern cultivation world.
This martial arts is forbidden, consuming human blood gas to turn into inner force. Moreover, this martial arts is incomplete, not only will it consume blood gas, but also consume vitality. Blood gas can be replenished, but vitality is the original source. Once lost, it's gone and cannot be restored.
Ji Gongzi, who had always shown his joy and anger in his appearance, was rare in not showing his joy, sorrow, and despair on his face. It seemed that he was truly disheartened.
The stillness brings thoughts of movement. Since it's already like this, it might as well go outside and enjoy the time left properly.
Qin Lingyun lifted her hand, and the black hell spun around at the position of her palm, absorbing the souls of the three demon race into hell.
Lin Yuzhen insisted, "How do you know? One can know a person's face but not their heart. Now he treats me like this; what about the future?" In her view, Lu Jian's current status was all due to her efforts, and he should be infinitely grateful to her. He should listen to her without any contradiction or rebellion; otherwise, it would be ungrateful and unrighteous.
There is no art. There is no cunning. There is no scream. There is no blood. But there is power, absolute power.
The lid of the Qixing Yanghuo Ding slowly rose, and Qin Lingyun pointed at her finger, sending the herbs into the cauldron. They began to lose their impurities under the furnace fire.
Suddenly, a palace attendant reported, "The Prince is here." Then, King Kang led several of his sons in with a regal stride, their eyes reddened as they looked at Empress Zhu on the bed, and they fell to their knees and kowtowed in greeting. The sons of King Kang and Zhang Yi, among others, quickly followed suit.
Although this battle was not caused by Qin Lingyun, it did help establish her authority, so the idea that her strength was insufficient in the illusion would become empty.
Taohu said: "I have something in my heart, how can I sleep? All of you come in, since your three siblings are all here, I have something to say to you. "
In fact, Qin Lingyun felt that the power of the Huangquan Reincarnation Technique was greater than that of the Bingyu Zhenmo Technique. This martial arts technique is completely different from the usual formulas, and the Yellow Spring power cultivated from it is extremely yin.
Chu Haoge picked up the letter on the ground and carefully read it through. He was shocked to see that Fang Junzi had been attacked by a monster. The letter only had a simple account of the incident, with no details. It seemed that the person who wrote the letter was not himself but his wife, Lin Wanyer.
"Do you think, the bamboo won't like it here, and is planning to stay permanently? I personally don't like it here, the mosquitoes and insects flying around are really annoying," said Luwu in a ward uniform with a look of disgust. She had been bubbling with excitement when she arrived. She had never known this place was so unpleasant. Now it was too late to regret.
