Chapter 64: Three Spirit Bones?

Watching that person turn into a puddle of mush right before his eyes, Tang Xi gave a helpless yet indulgent cry:
"Senior Dugu!"
Dugu Bo finally walked out from the forest, glanced at Tang Xi, and said indifferently, "Who told you to count five seconds so slowly? Besides, I figured he had nothing left to say anyway."
Tang Xi put one hand on his hip, glanced into the room, frowned, and said, "I just didn't expect that Xue Qinghe was actually a woman?"
"Brother Litian..." Li Jiaoyun asked worriedly. He knew that Li Litian's current mission was to protect Su Jun. Believing that someone as dutiful as Li Litian would not openly violate mission requirements, he couldn't help asking.
Having fought against the people of Chu and Shu for many years, this was nevertheless their first time fighting against demons. Although they had experienced a battle at the Old Dragon Cave, that was still merely a duel akin to individual warriors facing one another. When it came to arraying troops to fight demons, everyone lacked confidence.
Spending the night sleepless, Su Jun pondered the magic of this world, as well as the inexplicable thoughts that had arisen earlier and the words spoken beyond his control.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted all around. Several of his subordinates were riddled with bullets and turned into sieves, while Tasa was already hundreds of meters away.
At times I thought of my past, and at times I thought of my future. My past cannot be considered smooth, but will my future be brilliant?
Arase's expression also changed as he said, "I'll go check right away!" But it was already too late. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs as a young man dressed in ninja attire rushed in—one of Arase's five trusted aides. Seeing the look of panic on his face, everyone instantly knew something was terribly wrong.
"I heard gunfire just now, but let's have our men come back first. Controlling the benefactor of the ancient Miao tribe is of the utmost importance." A blood vessel on the Daoist swordsman's body suddenly bulged, and the swollen part shifted along with the flow of blood, as if something was writhing inside his body.
"I'm afraid he won't survive the night. My ladies, you should prepare for the funeral arrangements," the imperial physician sighed with a hint of pity.
They were like comrades through life and death, each other's other half. They walked the path of resisting the Japanese, a bloody road where every single step was trodden upon the blood of enemies and compatriots.
Long after Li Hexian and Yingning had departed, the Monkey Clan demon emperor finally clambered up from the ground, clutching his head. Even now, he was still baring his teeth in a grimace, feeling wave after wave of throbbing pain in his brain.
Given his temperament, he certainly would have made Zheng Longbin suffer today, yet he had let him off just like that without even consulting her opinion. She truly didn't know what to say.
Liyuanshan was the location of the fire-attribute sect among the current five major sects, and also one of the famous mountains of the Central Plains.
Actually, it wasn't hard to figure out. For a prince of twenty-five years old to have neither wife nor concubine, and to pour his entire heart into Nan Xi—even willing to offend Xia Feiyao for her sake—when one pieced these things together, it was inevitable to think in terms of romance.
"That's right, everyone knows Yunyao's capabilities. If we truly had the heart to target Tian'er, we would have done it without leaving a trace, let alone leaving these pieces of evidence waiting to be found. Such a glaring flaw isn't this simply someone framing us from behind?" Lu Yingquan chimed in.
"But today, I am going to do the exact opposite! Mr. Pebo, give Mr. Guo a bottle of the antidote." Hearing this, Pebo turned to cast a glance at Yu Qianhua, then reluctantly fished a bottle from his pocket and handed it to Guo Songshan. Guo Songshan took the bottle skeptically, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately unscrewed the cap and drank it down in one gulp.
"Yingquan!" Upon hearing Yingquan's words, Yunyao suddenly spoke up with a look of trepidation, as if trying to stop her from continuing.
Therefore, he saw no need to hold back against this cultivator. With a single palm strike, the cultivator's face was instantly swollen.
Not only did he have to attain the strength of a god, but he also had to snatch the heart belonging to the Golden Spirit Clan's ancestor from the hands of the all-encompassing gods and demons—Xing Chu could not even fathom how immense that difficulty would be.