Chapter 115
Guo Yuan was a clever man. From the few words Taishi Ci uttered, he sensed something unusual and immediately pressed for more information.
The disciples of the Zheng Sect, led by Zhao Shang, Guo Yuan, Ren Gu, Xi Lü, Cui Yan, Sun Qian, and others, stood respectfully before their master Zheng Xuan’s door, awaiting his appearance.
When Li Xiang got off the carriage, Fang Dou had already stepped down. The Wei brothers hesitated, but in the end, Wei Erpao pulled Wei Dayong along, and they both jumped down.
However, Ning Caichen was unlike any known flame. He possessed the human light flame, a secret never disclosed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun. Not only had no one seen it, but they had never even heard of it.
Lin Yuming reluctantly rose. The effects of the wine had somewhat worn off, but he was not fully sober. He washed his face with cold water in the restroom, feeling slightly better.
Perhaps they did not intend to leak information, or perhaps they did so out of fear of the powerful Buddhist sect, unable to resist. Whatever the reason, it was not good news for Ning Caichen.
No, even ordinary mortals carried some spiritual energy within them. But his body was completely devoid of it, as if all the spiritual energy had been consumed by the blood’s burning, leaving him utterly empty.
In Lizhou, formerly Hanyuan and part of Shimian County in Zhu Pingjin’s previous life, a place famous in Sichuan for its local specialties and phosphate-magnesium mines, was also known among experienced drivers in China for its highway that alternated between elevated and underground sections.
To prevent aerial attacks from the Han army, the Japanese cities enforced a nighttime blackout, requiring a coordinate reference point as a guide.
Soon after, the two were about to leave the Beast Fighting Palace to check if the Blood Flood Dragon King had returned to the inn. But just as they stepped out, Su Zheng suddenly saw Dugu Jian and the Sword King each holding a child, hastily departing without Mo Lingxi following behind.
Helicopters roared in the sky, while gunfire erupted on the ground. At that moment, my heart was also crying out.
Wearing underwear, a dress, a wig, a fake leather bag, and a pair of sky-high heels—I probably would have fallen and bruised my head with dozens of bumps before even stepping outside.
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An Yiqing had originally intended to embarrass Ling Linglong but was surprised when Ling stole the spotlight instead. Pouting in frustration, she took a large gulp of wine but choked on it.
Tang Yu smiled and said, “However, I am not here for pleasure but for business. This is the Spirit Realm, a place close to the Divine Realm.”
Coughing, although she regarded Xu Sicheng as a younger brother, even her own biological brother, Chu Nuo, could not do as much.
Qing Shuang continually sought opportunities to strike, but in a direct confrontation, her advantage was not obvious. Assassins often train to kill with one strike; if they fail, they escape immediately rather than engage in prolonged combat.
Yes, he admitted Xiao Yu’s strength, but Xiao Yu was by no means powerful enough to annihilate him.
Yet, faced with the fierce “Great Mischievous Monkey” blessed by the Heavenly Dao, Hao Tian and Yao Chi were overwhelmed, unable to save the gods. In this battle, the monkey wreaked havoc in Heaven’s Palace; the gods were defeated, blood flowed like rivers across the thirty-three heavens, and cries of war pierced the sky.
“As you command!” The crowd responded thunderously, armor plates clashing and scraping, filled with heroic spirit.
After the Qi Giant charged before Xiao Yu, explosions rang out from his hands, each attack carrying enough power to destroy a Rebirth Realm cultivator.
Because of this, Yang Daoqing’s escape momentum was halted. Inside the demon snake’s body, countless insects seemed to be dragging his body, merging him into the snake demon.
At this moment, the town was rife with fierce fighting; the streets were littered with corpses, blood staining the ground everywhere.
Wu Le glanced at Er Le, San Le, and Si Le, picked up a piece of scrambled eggs, and after some thought, took half a bite before putting it down.
Xiao Yimi, a great sword emperor from the Tianba Divine Kingdom, suddenly sensed a cataclysmic aura beside the young man and changed his expression drastically, shouting in alarm.
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Identification failed... This result left Chu Yi both puzzled and frustrated; it seemed he needed to seriously improve his identification skills.
Because Yang Tian wore headphones, after the upgrade completed, the intelligent program’s voice sounded in his ear.
“Hmm…” Zhou Mengmeng awoke from her dreams, discomfort causing her to moan softly as she opened her cloudy eyes. Seeing her husband stealing a kiss, her pale cheeks instantly flushed with two red clouds. She hurriedly closed her eyes again, unsure how to describe her feelings.
Suddenly, she had an idea and turned to casually select a shop selling ritual robes on the street.
At last, Chu Feiwu caught a glimpse of the figure’s back—it was not the Mei Hua elder sister he had imagined but a tall figure clad in purple. Judging by the speed, the person did not seem to be from the Underworld Demon Realm. Curiosity swelled within him—besides the Underworld Demon Realm, could there be other forces sending people?
She flipped through her phone, waiting a long time without receiving a reply. Looking up, she saw Zhang Jue staring intently at her, his expression dark as if troubled by something.
Staring at the shattered corpse of the Walking Corpse King, Xu Yang felt no pity. Although the Walking Corpse King had developed a will of its own, it was still a kind of “evil demon.” If it were not destroyed, more people would suffer.
Upon entering, they found the company unusually quiet, as if a low-pressure cloud weighed down on them, making it hard to breathe.
In the Jiangnan main camp, a tent stood in the center of the barracks. The roaring firelight cast a long shadow on the ground, causing everyone kneeling to tremble.