Chapter 63

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Once the Dragon-Pacifying Art is unleashed, who can dare to rival it? Even Zhan Long, a madman of battle, is no exception, because in front of the Dragon-Pacifying Art, the so-called battle madmen are nothing more than mere ants.
However, Li Chong's speed was not slow either. Ever since the system successfully upgraded, changed classes, and he learned the fifth layer of the Nine-Yang divine skill, his speed had at least doubled.
"It must be because we listened to Second Master talk for a bit too long earlier and weren't paying attention. Whatever, let's outrun the poison circle first!" With that, Wang Ding identified a direction and sprinted rapidly toward the safe zone, with Hong Biao naturally following closely behind.
Following six consecutive muffled thuds, the blood zombie—whose defense was impenetrable even to bullets—instantly snapped in two, dissolving into pools of bloody water.
On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Gate opens wide. This is dictated by the Heavenly Dao, and even the Underworld cannot interfere too much, having no choice but to open the Ghost Gate in accordance with the rules.
As for these bandits, they could be dealt with in a matter of seconds; wanting to harm him and Niu Cuihua was simply impossible.
Although it didn't seem like the ideal moment to execute his inner thoughts right now, collecting some interest beforehand was always permissible, wasn't it?
These mutant rats were all quite large, roughly three times the size of ordinary ones seen daily. If allowed to continue growing, they might even reach five or six catties.
As the flying dragon monster drew closer and closer, Dong Zijun suddenly leaped into the air, engaging the monster in a mid-air grapple and tearing at each other.
Qiao Jiu sat in the spectator stands holding her child, watching Guan Wei standing beside Ming Hang in a red evening dress, smiling brightly.
Don't look at Ma Xianhong as just a rural tech geek who rarely exercises; his Black Tortoise Armor compensated for his weaknesses remarkably well.
Because Wang Sangning and Yi Yang together won four gold medals, their class's total score ranked first among all classes in the school. After all, there were eighteen classes participating from the freshman and sophomore years combined. Aside from the honors classes, every class had sports majors, and there was no such thing as a single class monopolizing a large number of gold medals.
Opening his eyes to look, Deaf Ning was sitting on the ground cradling Linsheng's head, gently stroking the M-shaped birthmark on Linsheng's head.
Catching Su Ruoyun's gaze, Yutuan proudly lifted its chin. "Shovel-officer, I am not as foolish as you think."
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The suitcase stood by the door. She shook the water off herself, dragged the suitcase inside, and found there wasn't much inside anyway—just a few pieces of clothing and some daily necessities.
Hearing Jinguuji Takezo ask this, Kurumatani Sora didn't grab Takezo's hand at all; instead, he bounced back up from the floor by himself. Regaining his composure, he looked rather nervously at Jinguuji Takezo, and while speaking, Kurumatani Sora even bowed deeply to him.
Linsheng continued, "This is a snake-type mutant human. It seems to have a very high degree of mutation and even possesses language capabilities. Although I can't hear it clearly, I can sense that it has sentence breaks and shifts in tone."
Glorious and holy. As spirituality gathered, it grew brighter and purer, faintly resonating with a certain existence in the infinite heights. The next second, a Daoist priest appeared at the center of the ocean of brilliance.
"The Blood-Sealed Spirit possesses psychic awareness and extraordinary intelligence; you cannot defeat it." At this moment, the surroundings were completely silent, save for baixia, who had woken up to witness this scene and muttered to herself.
Immediately following that, the person extended a hand, and a massive lotus flower materialized, shimmering with seven-colored auspicious light and containing the wondrous profundities of encompassing all things without limit. With a gentle tremor, layers of illusions surged forward to envelop Li Side.
The two sisters looked almost identical. If they wore the same clothes, it would truly be hard to tell who was who. However, He Lijing was no longer looking at him now.
Driver Sun was already driving with taut nerves, and being caught off guard by Su Yiqiu calling his name made his hands tremble once more.
An expected outcome, so Lian Qingjue felt no surprise. Feeling that her body truly could not endure the chill of this prison much longer, she hurriedly walked out.
Gu Caizhi watched as Qin Sumu lifted the light quilt off Lian Qingjue, only to see that the clothes across Lian Qingjue's chest were already stained crimson with blood—clearly, she had suffered an injury, and a severe one at that.
Qin Chenghang adopted a transition method no different from ordinary cornering, causing his speed to drop instantly.
Half of her face was of peerless, breathtaking beauty, while the other half was a twisted, unbearable-to-look-at ghost mask. Jun Monya froze for a moment; ugly was a bit ugly, but it also seemed... sort of cute?
Xu Da subconsciously assumed that after Xia Tong's press conference went viral, overseas media also wanted to interview him, a relatively important person close to Mr. Nangong.
If he reached that level himself, would he also choose to dominate a region and enjoy his twilight years in peace?
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Coupled with their ages—one being a normal man, and the other a eunuch—even Cao Zhengchun himself sensed that if the battle continued, he would undoubtedly lose.
From his words, it was not difficult to hear that at this very moment, he remained neutral, seemingly holding the view that it takes two to clap.
Li Mang's mind was solely focused on returning to that spirit stone vein; after all, more and more people were entering, and treasure-hunting locations were extending deeper into the ruins. Before long, that spirit stone vein would likely be discovered, and when that time came, a fierce contest would naturally ensue, though whether he would get a share remained uncertain.
Murong Rurou, a gaming player, was the first to see the Murong God of War. Shangguan Weichen Meiyou moved again. Shangguan Weichen didn't need to overthink, nor did he need to play favorites. Shangguan Weichen refused to believe that the Qixuan Sect's gaming family base had the ability to withstand his ten-fold cultivation, six-fold harmonies, and eight-fold ruined palms.
Yellow spots of light converged and merged from all directions, but Earth's memory remained unchanged.
"If you don't even have this capability, you can scare others. A Foundation Establishment novice with not an ounce of intelligence dares to call himself a 'Foundation Establishment novice'?" Dream-Breaker laughed loudly.
Even the players on the Class 1-14 football team felt this shot had zero hope and was utterly finished.
"I was merely testing their strength... but as for their exact capabilities, I am not entirely certain!" Fang Yu said.
"I don't mind myself... I'm just worried their next target will be you!" Fang Yu stated with certainty.
Ever since sitting down, Feng Qianyu had the sensation of needles pricking her back. She distinctly felt countless malicious gazes staring at her from the shadows, until Jiang Zhuofan sat down beside her, at which point the feeling suddenly vanished and her mood improved.
Because she had come straight from Washington last night, Han Ruyu was still wearing her wedding dress.
Purely by intuition, she knew that this man possessed precisely such character, which was why she grew increasingly convinced that with a man like this, not scheming against him was the best scheme of all. Only a fool like Cheng Mengjiao would provoke him, even sticking her neck out for him to slaughter.
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