Chapter 138: Great Demon King 17

Just as Mo Chen had anticipated, Pang Wei soon seized the opportunity to shift the blame for plotting against Du Nan onto someone else.

Qin Yang shouted to Wuwang, taking charge of confronting the Eye of Annihilation, while leaving the remaining nine blood rivers to the apocalypse to resolve.

Even so, Xiao Yi had always deeply respected their wills and ideas, consistently striving to cultivate their independent theoretical thinking, and advocating for careful boldness and decisiveness at critical moments.

Upon hearing these words, the three of them fell into deep thought, seeming to grasp something, and finally looked at this junior—so young that he was practically beardless—with entirely changed eyes.

Inside the transparent glass bottle, half a bottle of white toner remained. Zheng Yi had already removed the cap, holding it beneath his nose to confirm once more before explaining to the crowd.

Chen Tong was kicked away, and the Cold Snow Saber fell into Qin Yang's hands, providing Hu Chong with a convenient pretext to commit robbery under the guise of helping Chen Tong.

"These words were spoken personally by Young Master Qin, and everyone heard them. I hope the young master will not break his word and be a sore loser when the time comes." Though Qin Zhong harbored doubts about where Qin Yang derived his confidence, he believed his son, Qin Qing, could defeat Qin Yang.

The audience below could no longer remain ordinary; they felt cheated out of the excitement—how could they make trouble without calling us? They all wore expressions that clearly asked, "Do you have no shame?"

The distance was too close, and the attack came so suddenly that even as the Master of Mount Shu, he never expected anyone to be lying in ambush within this black hole. Beilu seized him by the throat instantly, cutting off the rest of his words entirely.

Yet there was no other choice. Old Liu had laid down the ultimatum: either grant this reward or directly buy cars for the girls—they could figure it out themselves.

Qin Liangyu felt a surge of joy inwardly, sensing that this wealthy mark had taken the bait. The next step would be to suggest inflating the investment and persuade him to buy shares.

When You Wei was a teenager and first encountered the concept of "time travel," such a thought had naturally arisen in his mind.

They would interfere with the original timeline, guiding and assisting the establishment of regular stability maintenance organizations within the human world.

This one clearly had a different aesthetic style from the others; surely "Awaiting Decryption" couldn't be the actual name of this anomaly, could it?

This man was fierce and adept in battle, second to none compared to Lü Kuang and Lü Xiang. However, due to his humble origins, his official rank was unremarkable, serving as a cavalry supervisor under Chunyu Qiong, which meant he was a commander of the cavalry forces.

As the words fell, Qin Feng transformed into a streak of light, appearing with god-ghost-like unpredictability upon the combat stage.

Yet, somehow, countless new wrinkles had unknowingly appeared on her face, and the majority of the hair upon her head had been dyed white.

However, there were always those fond of taking advantage who utilized this custom of "freeloading" to wander about, eating a meal here and a meal there.

Later, when she met Shi Lingyan, she did not think him particularly handsome; rather, she was struck by his aura, which eventually drew her attention.

Between him and her lay an unbridgeable chasm, no matter what efforts he made.

"What is impossible about it? You are merely a piece of spiritual wood, possessing the empty might of perfected spiritual cultivation, yet how much of it can you actually unleash? I am afraid you cannot even compare to a genuine late-stage spiritual cultivator, and you cannot even execute the art of teleportation. What difficulty is there for me to kill you!" Sword Spirit Duan Tian said indifferently.

Leng Yihan's body suddenly collapsed, and Leng Muzhen hurriedly sat down on the ground, letting Leng Yihan lean against her embrace.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked a path that balanced both the underworld and the righteous realms, while Ji Rongyu intended to follow neither. As for Nelife, it was merely a habit for Ji Rongyu, a hope for her new life, and carried another layer of hidden intent.

For she knew that if she could not pour her efforts into a task, that single figure would inevitably surface within the depths of her mind during the dead of night.

Everyone was shocked. The Astral Physique was far too terrifying; even if he could not breakthrough right now, judging from the blood qi erupting from Ye Feng, it was simply too horrifying. If it were anyone else, let alone this third divine tribulation of a vast ocean of lightning, they would have likely been reduced to cosmic ash in the first two tribulations.

At this thought, Lu Jinnian suddenly caught sight of the eight characters on the letter paper, a flash of shrewd light crossing the depths of his eyes as he brought the letter paper slightly closer.

As it turned out, the man who loved her had not left with regrets back then, but rather with a heart turned to ashes.

"Are Yueli and Qiuling doing well?" Su Yuqing glanced around the room; only she and he were present, with no one else in sight.

How did one apprentice in ancient times? By kneeling? She would rather die than kneel; what if some old man saw her and laughed his teeth off?

"Thank you, Master!" The Heaven-Roaring Divine Tiger was overjoyed, its gaze immediately sweeping toward the group of mercenaries. A flash of ferocity crossed its dual pupils as it opened its mouth and spat out a dazzling ball of flame that tore across the vault of heaven, shooting straight toward the mocking mercenaries.

Xiao Lingtian knew that Aunt Lin was genuinely good to him. Aunt Lin had been his mother's maid. Ever since the accidental death of this body's parents, Xiao Lingtian had fallen chronically ill, and she had been the one taking care of him throughout, enduring hardships day after day for three years as if it were a single day.

Yet his heart remained somewhat unsettled, for this also meant he was about to face that long river of destiny that would remain inextricably entangled with him for a lifetime.

Su Yan swallowed hard, astonished to find that his legs clad in silk stockings appeared so remarkably flawless.

Therefore, he felt a sense of embarrassment toward Mount Shu, and an even deeper embarrassment toward the Saintess, leaving him with no choice but to wander the ends of the earth, feigning carefree leisure across the world.

"Cough, cough! Haifeng has already arrived ahead of you. Jiang Li, go and summon him out." Ma Chao raised his voice intentionally, attempting to draw Ma Baochao's attention away from Jiang Li.

His original foundation—the Sea of Blood—had already been raided by the Buddhist sect and refined into the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, currently held by the Venerable Dainichi Nyorai. Now, to set up the Sea of Blood Formation, he needed to expend his very own Blood God Avatars.

As an entity summoned via Impure World Reincarnation, injuries could heal automatically. Under such circumstances, assisting Tai Sheyu in blocking attacks was unquestionably the optimal choice.

Amidst lightning-fast thoughts, the terrifying black Cero concentrated at the tip of his finger suddenly erupted outward as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated.

In the capital city of Huaxia, while Europe basked in the pleasant season of fine weather, the capital was welcoming the hottest season of the year.

When Cixin and the others reached the foot of the mountain, the rain grew increasingly heavy, forcing them to seek shelter somewhere.

Far from Chu Qiu's fragrance, the air returned to its chill once more, yet An Qingyan remained dizzy. He turned his head, panting almost imperceptibly, and hastily fled out the door after uttering, "Right, rest well."