Chapter 936: The Power of the World of Gods
The Chaos Dao Body is indeed a rare Dao Body. Even Ni Chongtian only has a Void Dao Body, which is much worse than the Chaos Dao Body.
If it was somewhere else, it would be fine.
This is the Island of Gods on the outskirts of the World of Gods. The vitality and rules of heaven and earth on the Island of Gods are much richer and clearer than those outside the wall of the universe.
In addition, Geng Yuan has been practicing in the world of gods since he was a child.
As the young master of Geng Yuantingdao Mountain, how could his father not
Li Zicheng had been rebelling for many years and had traveled all over the country. And those people in Datong, although they seized an opportunity and took control of Datong City while the government troops were away, they did nothing after taking the city. They neither recruited troops immediately, nor took the initiative to attack, nor did they retreat.
Die Mei immediately realized that she had been tricked. She was extremely angry, but she was also afraid that Ye Lingyue would really blow up the Butterfly Tomb. After thinking it over, Die Mei finally had to give in.
He was so nervous that his body was tense and his mind was confused. He didn't know whether he was hoping for it or not.
"Brother, here is the money. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me, Lei Hu!" Lei Hu took out a business card from his arms and stuffed it into Wu Fan's hand.
Although both the imperial physician and the midwife were his own people, and there was nothing to worry about, Yang Yunxi still felt a little uneasy. After all, he was not afraid of anything, but he was still afraid of something that might happen.
It will be trampled under the feet of Bourbon, and then become a vassal of Bourbon and a backer of Bourbon, just as Bourbon has done for the past hundred years.
She has become a corpse driver. The more people in the human world become evil spirits, the more corpse soldiers she will have.
The implication was that Xu Xun just wanted to get herself out of this - as for Yang Yunxi's life or death, she didn't care. She could even turn the tables on Yang Yunxi if necessary.
Qi Feng couldn't figure out Qi Qiming's attitude during this period. He even had a bad feeling in his heart.
Of course, this position can be given to others as long as the original owner agrees. But who would give up the position they worked so hard to get to others, unless they are a very close friend?
At this time, Xu Zifeng was sleeping with his eyes closed. He didn't dare to imagine the scenes in the horror movie in his mind. But after a few minutes, he found that Wang Meng'er, who was holding his arms, had her hands trembling slightly.
"He should be fine." After all, he has been a ghost for thousands of years, and his Taoist skills are so pure. If even he can't deal with him, I'm afraid no one in this world can. But why do you say your husband to the tombstone? He is obviously my husband.
After Sun Dao and Sun Yuan knew about this, their faces turned green with shock, but they also had to abide by the rules of Shengwu Academy at this time, so Su Hao went back to practice with other disciples. In Shengwu Academy, it was a miracle that Su Hao, as a trial disciple, could come back to practice again.
Obviously Xing Zhuoxing knew the rule, so he was not in a hurry to start. After the countdown was over, with a "clang", both parties came to the BP screen.
Su Hao had always been vigilant. He didn't eat or drink, but just nodded his head gently to the rhythm of the piano. He was secretly practicing his Nine Yang Divine Art. Practicing here like this was a rare experience in life. But he used this to keep his mind clear.
In fact, she was a little tired and her legs were a little sore, but fortunately she was in good spirits. She thought about it and finally went to Wu Zhenyue's residence.
Mr. Li sneered, slapped the table heavily and said, "Are you still being stubborn? Do you really want me to produce the evidence?" As he spoke, he picked up the phone and called He Xiao.
His thoughts gradually turned over. Ji Hu put down the wine jug, stood up and walked to the window. He had not drunk any wine at all, but just smelling the strong aroma of wine made his thoughts a little vague. Now that the cold wind blew into his body, he became more sober.