Chapter Sixty-Two: Sky-Splitting Gorge

The corpulent monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage pouch. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Ye, and said, “Name, origin, and cultivation level”Half a month later, Lu Ye, dusty from his travels, appeared before a canyon. Compared to the previous hardship of riding a tiger on the road, he was undoubtedly more composed at this moment.

On the first day riding Tiger, he was tossed about so violently that he almost fell apart. The inside of his thighs were rubbed raw and bloody. That kind of state couldn't possibly allow for cultivation at all.

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She is a spirit, coming and going without a trace. Doing this makes it convenient for her, and on several occasions she has helped me avoid some hidden dangers in advance.

>>he lost his breath.The five-layered cultivators beside him had tears in their eyes, but there was no time for sorrow. The insect tide had surged out, the wormhole entrance was blocked by Bixi Sect cul...