Chapter 66

Just as the true essence was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the golden light of the sarira, Wang Chen's divine sense seized the opportunity to instantly invade the interior of the sarira golden bead. Unexpectedly, however, the golden bead seemed to have been prepared for this all along.

"Let's do this, everyone tidy up, and let's go down for a meal first, then discuss our next steps. If we are setting off, we should do it while it's still early," I called out, heading back to my room to change clothes.

A white band was tied across her head, and her long hair reached her shoulders. The texture of her hair was not soft at all, but rather tangled strand by strand like withered, yellow weeds. Her entire face seemed devoid of a single drop of moisture, and her wrinkles were as deep as they could possibly be.

Then, after this expression vanished, his eyelids lowered, carrying a faint trace of sorrow. He reached out to gently close Linglong's eyes, and only then did he stand up, take the towel from Lin Su, and begin wiping the water from his body.

"It seems the two elders are completely out of danger. From here on, just a little recuperation and they will make a full recovery," Long Xingyu said with a smile.

Sect Master Haotian, True Immortal Jiuxuan, had been closely watching the changes in the arena. Seeing True Immortal Guyue suddenly employ such a bizarre technique, his expression changed drastically. Completely abandoning his dignified demeanor as a sect master, he cried out in alarm.

Holding the kerosene lamp I had brought inside, I gazed at the memorial tablets on the table before me. The scene inside this place was something my parents had told me about, passed down from the previous generation as well, but this was the very first time I was seeing its true appearance.

"I just knew Big Sister was an expert with so many magical treasures on her," Hong Ling flattered with a cheeky smile.

No one wished to prevent the uncovering of the truth; concealing the truth was truly an act that trampled upon human nature.

Wang Chen looked at the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand, feeling somewhat puzzled. Why was there such a massive discrepancy in power between the uses of the War Soul Divine Art before and after?

Therefore, since he had chosen to collide head-on with Fang Yuan, he had to win a sweeping victory; otherwise, both he and Huahui Film & Television would end up as mere stepping stones beneath Fang Yuan's feet.

Never had he expected that Director Fang not only refused to leave, but through Spark Film & Television and Remote Film & Television, had actually forged an even deeper cooperation.

How could Fu Tian and Bai Han let him succeed? They leaped forward to launch another attack. The injured Mara's attacks were no longer as sharp as before, and it began attempting to evade the brunt of their force.

Yet, looking at the Profound Nether Palace reduced to ruins, the expressions of the four turned unsightly. When the Heavenly Venerate returned, how would they ever explain this?

The logic itself is sound, and since he is destined to be reincarnated as a wandering soul, he will undoubtedly die earlier than Ji Ruo.

"It was snatched from inside the belly of a carp that underwent demonic transformation outside the Crimson Lake!" Cui Bin replied.

"Retreat! Retreat!" As the overall operational commander and captain of Blood Blade, unable to find the source of the danger, retreating first from the initial tier of steps to see if they could temporarily escape peril became the only currently correct choice.

Because the old man owed a favor to the Tang family in the past and was a decades-old intimate friend of the Tang family head—Tang Ting's father—he had been hired as the Tang family's guardian elder, and was also the highest-cultivation individual in the entire Tang family.

One was an old knight commander who had spent his entire life purging all kinds of dark and evil forces while training the new recruits of the knighthood.

However, everything still required her voluntary consent; otherwise, let alone Monxi, even a designated Asura would never dream of forcing her.

Blood stained the cyan brick wall, and Hidden Fox looked as miserable as a mosquito that had gorged itself on blood only to be slapped dead against a wall.

Just as Jiang Tian sent the last genius into the Ultimate Dao Space, Ao Long uttered a harsh remark and slashed fiercely with his sword toward the illusion.

Faced with this situation where the duck in hand flew away, Frank could only purse his lips, then instructed the chef to prepare some rations so he could try again tonight to see if he could catch another dragon vulture.

Chen Fan instantly felt a headache coming on. If he had to pay ten billion in taxes to the country every year, wouldn't his total annual income have to reach tens of trillions?

"No problem, but this monster belongs to me; I need to study it," Li Yang said. By this time, Red Scorpion had already dealt with the ape monster, and it automatically transformed back into a sports car and drove back.

Zhu Shichang's backer, however, was Dorgon, the Prince of the Plain White Banner. As a member of the Chinese Plain White Banner who had served Dorgon for many years, he had considerable influence. If he were to lodge a complaint before Dorgon, accusing Aolai of abusing public office for private revenge and instigating fellow allied Mongol tribal generals to march to their deaths, Aolai's head would be forfeit, and even Nikan's guarantee would be useless.

What we must understand is that no matter how powerful a spellcaster is, their proficiency in running, leaping, and dodging is always a fatal flaw. Furthermore, all those illusion techniques and deceptive tricks most favored by these people to conceal their auras and hide themselves were utterly meaningless trash and floating clouds in the face of Xishi's God of War True Eye and Kryptonian Dog Eyes.

Even if one dies, there remains the chance of becoming a ghost, so they must be thoroughly exterminated; otherwise, it would simply be digging a trap for oneself.

"However," observing closely as Emperor Zhitian methodically executed the Dragon-Slaying sword intents one by one, however subtle it might be, Liao Tian still perceived that amidst Emperor Zhitian's fluid yet utterly domineering movements, there was clearly a trace of stiffness and obstruction mixed in.

"That's right, Dalang, you must have accumulated quite a few warhorses here! Second Uncle's cavalry hasn't increased by much these past two years; why don't you give me another two or three tens of thousands of warhorses?" After boasting for a long time and finding no one paying him attention, Cheng Chong finally lost his patience and began making his request to Wang Ze.

"To impart spirituality into a completely lifeless object... Never did I imagine that the technique created by the Hundred Flowers Fairy could reach such a degree!" With his eyes slightly narrowing, Liang Yu muttered to himself.

Then, the instant elimination of the Crown Prince just moments ago was absolute, undeniable, and most powerful proof.

Standing tall for tens of thousands of years without falling, Kunwu Academy naturally possessed a variety of mountain-protecting and life-saving methods. This time, the Ancient Demic Dragon Realm was bound to kick an iron wall.

Uncle Qing immediately nodded, heavily patted Haoxing Mingrui's shoulder, and then hurried away.

The scene shifted; just a moment ago he was on Earth, and now he had instantly arrived in an unfamiliar world.

Finally, he said, "Your failure does not mean I will fail too! People are different from one another." He solidified his resolve, refusing to give up or flee halfway through.

"Go to hell." Guangchengzi was furious. A disciple's betrayal was something he could never face with equanimity. Back then, as the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he had lost all his dignity. Although he used the Heavenly Plow to slay the disciple while Cihang egged him on from the side, the one who ultimately struck the blow was still Guangchengzi himself. This label was one he could never shake off.

Later on, however, seeing Yin Litian pass through safely, he finally let out a sigh of relief. Yet, no sooner had one wave subsided than another rose, and they encountered an assassination attempt, keeping his heart fluttering anxiously.