Wow!
The moment the innkeeper finished speaking, everyone rushed towards the old man simultaneously.
He glared at the old man with bared teeth, thinking this was the consequence of offending him. If he didn't hand over the goods, he'd leave his life here.
"The third location in the original work was the Temple of Abu Simbel. However, it has now become the Temple of Osiris. Has the plot changed?" Chu Xuan went straight to the point as soon as he entered, asking his doubts.
Upon hearing this, no one argued further. The current situation was exactly the same as when they were seeking dreams and fighting illusions. They had the advantage in the first wave of combat, followed by endless pursuit, almost being overturned.
"This title... alright, alright, senior sister, spare me!" Cheng Nuo, for various reasons, had almost no chance of winning against Yu Lingming.
His existence was inherently temporary, and everything in the immortal realm was irrelevant to him. He did not wish to linger here any longer.
"I don't want to fight back; I just want to be freed sooner. The thought of that scoundrel makes me want to leave this place as soon as possible, to leave this place that brings me sad memories." Grief is greater than death. After pouring out her inner turmoil, Meijuan felt she could finally be free.
"Anyone who dares to resist, this is the consequence... Attack!!!" After killing the leader with a single strike to establish authority, Mu held his blood-stained battle saber and pointed it at the soldiers before him. His cold gaze exuded determination, immediately subduing those who showed any signs of moving. Only when no one dared to step forward did he give the order.
Tian Lan was the proud son of the Heavenly Human race in the ancient realm. His talent was extraordinary, his cultivation unfathomable, and coupled with the Heavenly Human race's mastery of the most offensive power in the world, the element of lightning, he was like a tiger with wings, dominating his peers.
Could the controller have made a mistake? To control a divine puppet at the divine realm, what terrifying cultivation realm must the controller possess? How could such an supreme existence possibly make a mistake?
Dai Dong questioned Dai Qiang. At this moment, Dai Qiang was sweating profusely; he was the one finding this matter most difficult to handle.
Upon regaining consciousness, he was met with an ancient aura. Had he merged into a time node in the ancient era within the river of time?
"Sister Yaqing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want..." Zhang Jingru also noticed the difference in Liu Yaqing compared to her usual self. Although she seemed fine, Zhang Jingru could sense that Liu Yaqing was somewhat unusual tonight. She appeared preoccupied, as if burdened by something, or perhaps feeling unwell.
A journey of three thousand miles through wind and rain, witnessing the prosperity and decline of the mortal world. Three lives, four generations, yearning for the present, time's travelers hurrying by. Spring flowers wilt, autumn leaves fall, tearful eyes blur, who pities the one in the dream?
Admittedly, both of them were injured in this confrontation, but the old man's injuries were clearly much lighter than Han Feng's.
Because celebrities like Gan Lulu were usually signed artists under powerful film and television companies, and behind them, there would be a strong team of agents to manage them.
"Bad!" The moment the Tai Xuan Divine Sword's power exceeded one-tenth, it knew it was in trouble.
After hearing what he said, I originally wanted to continue talking to him. However, his words were like a sharp knife, piercing the softest part of my heart. I even felt a sourness in my nose, and my eyes began to sting.
"Senior, are you leaving?" Wang Meng looked at the old man with a sudden, inexplicable sadness. The old man had accompanied him all this way. Only at this moment, when the old man said he was leaving, did Wang Meng suddenly realize that he never felt panic when encountering any situation because, subconsciously, the old man was following him.
"I never thought that after countless ages, a phantom of a cauldron would reappear. This should be the second one. Seven cauldrons gather, and the mortal world is silent. How many secrets does this world hold that people would spend their entire lives exploring?" A hoarse sigh echoed in his ears. Then, in his dreams, in his illusions, the blind old Daoist he had seen countless times materialized.