All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

With a roar, the white sword light from the sea dragon caused the waves to churn and blue light to burst forth. Che Zhanpeng, who was almost covered by the white sword light, reappeared, his whole body surrounded by rolling waves and surging blue light. Two sea dragons formed from lake water surrounded him, and the "Mysterious Iron Sea Wave Flute" in his hand kept emitting a "whooshing" sound.

A large number of dark-skinned insectoids were locked in fierce combat with the mechanical god. The powerful mechanical god appeared weak before these insectoids. Their speed, strength, and regenerative abilities were astonishing. The mechanical god could only manage to kill one or two with tremendous effort, but the insectoids slaughtered the mechanical god as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Initially, she only hoped that they could treat each other with respect. However, after becoming pregnant, her heart began to yearn again. But he never gave her a chance, always subtly creating distance between them.

"Even if you have money, you can't just squander it like this," Kim Tae-yeon muttered to herself. To be honest, she really lacked confidence. If she didn't perform well, people outside would definitely gossip again.

For the past twenty days behind the waterfall, I've only been eating dry rations, and I'm getting a bit tired of them. It's a good time to go to Zhongxi Commercial Street for a proper meal.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Tang Yi looked up, and the other woman turned and, with her usual elegant steps, returned to the bar, her face hidden behind a veil. Silence returned to the room, and after a while, her voice rang out again.

Feihe Sanren felt it even more strongly than Jun Wuyin. He suddenly heard a deep, elegant, and slightly heroic chant in his ear. Not only did his whole body feel relaxed and agile, but the sonic attack of the "Heavenly Demon Treasure Qin" gradually disappeared, and his true energy ability actually returned to its peak.

That might have been a kind of intuition, because the next moment, a voice finally rang out to help him out.

With a soft sigh, the man opposite him seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look at him. Raising his glass, he gave the other man a natural nod, which was met with a friendly nod in return.

Therefore, these people are mostly used and suppressed at the same time. On the contrary, people like Song Guofu are more likely to gain the trust and favor of their superiors.

Jiang Yuan wasn't blind; he saw Huo Qubing glaring at him, but he didn't take it to heart. Nonsense, he hadn't offended Huo Qubing, and they were even meeting for the first time. Why would Huo Qubing glare at him? Perhaps that's how the Marquis of Champion judges people. Hmm, no wonder he's a fierce general who has fought on the battlefield; he always seems to glare at people.

The Prime Minister sighed repeatedly, displaying an attitude of extreme regret and remorse, but inwardly he breathed a long sigh of relief. Of course, the Prime Minister was not the only one with the same thoughts.

"This... is the passive ability of Mount Targon?" As she watched the two green beams fly towards Vayne, her body began to tremble.

Qin Song murmured, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise, his face showing layers of astonishment. He didn't even notice the Dark Sovereign's ultimate attack energy pouring down at this moment.

You are of the Jiang clan bloodline. Your father died fighting for the Jiang clan. You should stay and carry forward the Jiang clan to fulfill your father's great wish... Wait, who are these two?

Bradley still ignored Leopold. Screams came from outside, then faded away. Aura dragged the spoiled brat in like a dead dog. The brat's mouth was full of blood, his lower face was completely deformed, and he probably had no teeth left.

The moment they reached the "100,000th step," the Northern God's will they felt surged dramatically.

As the ripples subsided, several figures emerged. The leader, a man in his early forties with one eye, was tall and imposing.

"Damn it, Ling Xiao was too impulsive after all. If I had known, I would have made Yang Shuyi the Golden King first."

The only one who could probably withstand a few moves from him was Lian Jia, who was clad in plain armor and black helmet, but what courage would someone who owed money have?

Lyca immediately curled up her ears and acted obediently. This power was clearly targeted at demons. Although it couldn't affect people like the three giants, Lyca's first thought was of the person who created this weapon. Moreover, the Soul-Hooking King seemed to know the origin of this thing.

Manyu's cheeks were flushed slightly from the alcohol. It wasn't that she was easily swayed; compared to others who frequently brought people into their homes or indulged in illicit affairs, Su Feng was considered to be chaste and self-disciplined.

"Tell the Prime Minister that Ma Chao can no longer accompany him on his campaigns. You can send this letter to him." As he spoke, Ma Chao took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to his sister.

The mountain peaks, sharp as swords piercing the clouds, surround the entire mountain stronghold like a barrier, leaving only a not-so-spacious entrance.

It was also thanks to Ye Manyu. If she hadn't seduced Su Feng so alluringly that he dared to defy even the old man's wishes, the old lady might not have ended up like this.

"I've got it! I never thought of that before! Dora, we're saved!" Although it was something to be happy about, Liu Feiyu couldn't be happy because he thought about the Ouyang family.

"You're a pig! You old bastard pig!" Old Master Guan and Old Master Song shouted angrily in unison. The target of their scolding was Old Master Ju, whose head was hanging low.

Seeing Ye Xiao come in, the idiot swooped down in front of him, stroking his beard with a smug look on his face and meowing repeatedly.

Geng Tianle planned to absorb them as soon as he got back, as he couldn't wait to know what kind of magical effects the Creator God's blood would have.

When it met Die Qian Suo's icy gaze, the Demon Devourer's massive body began to tremble. It was definitely a terrifying being at the level of a lord in the demon realm, something that its level simply could not withstand.

Shi Zhengjie sat angrily in the large, carved and embroidered chair, puffing away on his cigar. His cold face no longer showed the magnanimity and affability he used to display in public.

In an instant, Su Zheng appeared in front of Su Dingtian, unleashing the Creation Divine Fist with all his might.

"I'm going down the mountain in a bit; something's happened in the capital." Chu Yanzhi looked up at Xiao Xiwei, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

Zhou Ziyan politely bid farewell to the Mu family, and then walked out of the red-walled courtyard with Ning Fuchen.