Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

Although Qin Mengjun's methods were strong, after all, they were the Blood Exchange of the Qian Heaven lineage. Once at the underground, it wasn't so easy to utilize, and it wasn't certain she could catch up with him, just like the Mystic Tortoise if it were at the Shores of the Vast Sea. Qin Mengjun might not be able to easily subdue it now.


The Mystic Tortoise, whose limbs were suppressed by Qin Mengjun's palm and could not rise from kneeling, laid its massive head on the ground, staring fixedly at Qin Mengjun with its bell-like demonic eyes, issuing a muffled and angry roar from its mouth.


Its ancient bell-like demonic eyes turned again to the approaching Chen Mu, filled with deep hatred. If it weren't for this damn Chen Mu's incessant pestering, it would have already slipped into the cold river and vanished.


The hatred and anger in its heart were unstoppable.


Chapter 337 Blood Exchange Realm_3