Chapter 62

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Ye Wujiao's face sank as she shouted loudly, her voice filled with anger, evidently deeply provoked by Dao Kun.
Aside from alchemy, Gu Junyan's life was full of worldly warmth and mortal atmosphere. Luo Chenyin was a refined and elegant immortal who played with art, and naturally disliked such things at first, feeling that they clashed with her status; yet, Gu Junyan pursued them with tireless enthusiasm.
Wei Changfeng let out a hearty laugh, instantly making Ling Zhiying and Huyan Xiong feel at ease. It turned out that Wei Changfeng had only been feigning anger.
Before departure, Luo Ziqian cast a lingering, infatuated look at Tuoba Xi, filled with reluctance and shame. This proud and haughty young man glared fiercely at Long Qingyun, then rode off into the dust.
Such an almost crazed, persevering spirit of Chu Cuishan—this fearless, indomitable vigor, drive, and soul.
"You really are no longer Tianjie!" Tears welled up in Feng Qingyang's eyes, accompanied by a surge of furious anger in her heart. She had been deceived for so long, and the person had utilized her so many times.
This was a world of immortal cultivation, divided into eleven realms. From lowest to highest, they were the Pill Formation Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Mahayana Stage, Tribulation Passage Stage, and Ascension Stage. Among them, the first three realms were each divided into three phases: early, middle, and late, while the Tribulation Passage and Ascension stages each had only a single phase.
Even more terrifyingly, every year the vegetarian meals at Shanyeh Temple added a few new dishes, all of which were exceptionally delicious.
The coffin was opened. Meeting the eye was not that disfigured face, but a mask identical to Lan Ruo's true self, resting over those features.
When the blinding light of the thunder dissipated, a dozen charred corpses lay sprawled across the ground in complete disarray.
"We are hardly a noble family; we merely rely on the virtue of our ancestors and the blessing of the government." Ah Shi brought over the tea set.
The old man, who was outside drinking tea while keeping an eye on his master, glanced sideways at the scroll in Li Shuidao's hands. He put down his teacup and extended two fingers.
Seeing that Nan Wan remained silent and did not even glance at him, Chu Su wrongly assumed that the song's style was not to her liking, and generously thrust his phone into her hands.
Princess Ande was instantly frightened into a violent shudder, no longer daring to glare at them as she hastily averted her gaze.
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"Senior Zhai Yuanlin, what is the matter?" Qu Youning brushed a leaf out of her hair and asked Zhai Yuanlin with an innocent expression.
With this supreme treasure to augment her strength, she might be able to re-cultivate back to the third tier in an extremely short period.
Yet, strangely enough, although this space was utterly filled with blackness where practically nothing could be seen by the naked eye nor any object distinguished... one could still clearly 'observe' a gigantic humanoid silhouette curled up in the very center of the dark veil.
Jiang Yuan politely declined anything involving a male companion, especially with her biological father and older brother staring right here; if she dared to find a male companion, they would dare to break the man's legs.
To play it safe, Qi Siwen rode the bicycle very, very slowly. Jiang Yuan did not urge him either, for she still had a task at hand.
After recounting the whole matter from beginning to end, Gu Zhong silently grasped the push handles of Gao Boyi's wheelchair and fell silent.
"Mother-in-law?" Ji Ranxue called out once more, wondering what daydream Xia Yiwei was lost in, seeing as she had already called out so many times.
"Wait a moment!" Carrying the headless field rat, Wang Yong walked straight into the back kitchen. He tossed the rat onto the chopping board, and with a swift "shua shua" of his kitchen knife, gutted it, removing its internal organs and fur.
"This disciple has violated the rules of the Taoist Temple. Take him to the fifth floor of the Ninth Heaven Hall to receive punishment," Ling Feng's voice echoed from the voice-transmission talisman.
"I'll spare you this time. But if you dare set another trap to lure me into the mortal world next time, then your doomsday will have arrived." The Blood-Eyed entity laughed for a short while before speaking. The true meaning behind those words was unknown to anyone; perhaps only the Canglong knew.
Because the avian folk possessed specialized resource planets, directly planting spiritual herbs and raising exotic beasts all over them—entire planets serving as their private medicinal fields or ranches.
In other words, from the moment one entered the rendezvous point, the distinction between the outer courtyard and inner courtyard ceased to exist. What remained depended entirely on luck and strength.
The four Japanese men—Yatsusaburo Monobe and his companions—were utter fools who went looking for a brothel inside a temple. As a consequence, they provoked the public outrage of the masses, were easily subdued by Abbot Jueban, and thrown into confinement.
At this moment, three distinct factions were present in the forest: one was Heaven, one was the Yue Emperor, and the third consisted of unidentified men in black. Whether these three forces would clash, and whether they were friends or foes, remained hidden within the dark night.
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"Because he understands you. Like Mingtian, Xiufeng also once left behind an avatar to perish in his stead during the tribulation, and then Lu Feng came into being in response to the mandate of heaven. The name Lu Feng should not sound unfamiliar to you," Gong Chenchang said, dropping a startling revelation.
"Brother Mo, take care!" Red Sheng abruptly grabbed Wu Zhixiang's wrist, exchanged a few parting instructions with Mo Kui, and then soared away.
Chu Suanzi somewhat understood Wang述's implication. Gao Jingzong came from a humble lineage; behind him, there was neither familial support nor any aristocratic clans leaning toward his side. At least until he possessed the capital to contend for supremacy under heaven, these prominent aristocratic families would not place their bets on him.
"Master? Who is your master? You are Huang'er, then what is your master's name?" Wu Zhiqian asked impatiently.
It was precisely this terrifying scale of soul-devouring that finally gave Li Qing a faint sensation of facing a true deity.
"Swish!" Without another word, Mo Kui lightly leaped to the other end, sitting down merely half a zhang away from the masked man. Acting as if no one else was around, he closed his eyes and leisurely began to meditate.
Therefore, once the identity of the Emperor Fiend was confirmed, the data was printed out and shown to the rest of them.
Aside from Long Moxue, everyone watching the battle looked on in absolute shock as the slowly fading blood-colored flames dissipated. Under such a terrifying attack, that person named Suofan should surely be dead.
Activating all four cultivation techniques for defensive protection to fend off the opponent's strikes at any moment, he charged forward.
I lowered my head and rolled my eyes. Not only was this Prince Qing quick-tempered, but his brain was also lacking. I had merely ordered the main army to withdraw, yet his whimsical imagination led him to believe someone had instigated me to do so. If I truly intended what he claimed, why wouldn't I just have the Tiger-Hunting Island army march straight over and flatten the Azure Dragon Path directly?
In his view, a lower ranking did not reflect true strength; rather, it was a good thing. It allowed him to play the pig to eat the tiger, thereby avoiding unnecessary trouble.
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