Chapter 23

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Zhang Kun’s smile faltered, and he glanced at Dr. Liu in the clinic and the elderly man receiving an IV drip.
For a long time, following Yan Beichen, the Seven Devils of Meishan had been arrogant, seemingly looking down on everyone except Yan Beichen. However, now in the Immortal Ancient Dojo, two of the Seven Devils had fallen, and the remaining five had already had their spirits broken.
"What? You aren't convinced?" The Demon Lord Chengfeng asked with a cold, fierce glint in his eyes.
Doing this was only because Li Qingyun held an official status; gifting some rare plants to the island in his name was plausible. After all, as a seeker of the Way, he could wander far and wide, and finding rare tree species was not a problem.
This was humanity’s ultimate weapon; even its creators trembled deeply at its power.
As the explosion erupted, the three arcanists, without even bothering to see the damage their magic had caused, collectively chose to flee into the distance without a moment's hesitation—as keen-sensed spellcasters, they determined almost immediately that the person before them was beyond their ability to handle.
This time, he did not use the power of the blood bead, but he did employ the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon. Although he could only perform three transformations for now, it was enough. These three transformations had already slain a master at the early stage of the Divine Monarch realm, and this Skeleton King, at most, was only at the Heavenly God level and naturally could not resist.
Lin Tian said coldly, "You are not qualified!" Everyone had expected Lin Tian to answer, but he had been provoked by Wang Si, especially seeing that Meng Lei and Wu Mi were both injured. To Lin Tian, this was intolerable; it was nothing short of an insult.
In fact, every one of Gao Shuai’s plans from the very beginning had been aimed at the sole goal of killing Truss.
He suddenly recalled something Ningning had once said online: "Young Master Ye, you’d better be careful. Don’t let a younger brother or sister pop up later, or I’ll deduct points from you."
"Is he being fickle and, all things considered, interested in someone else?" Suocui squeezed over as well. Since the love story of these two had been hyped for thousands of years, it was hard not to be curious.
After a respectful utterance, the Great General of the City Defense looked toward the figure of the old shaman with a stern expression.

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She reached out a hand, pale and bloodless, and brushed away a trail of dark fragrance, as if trying to snatch the wine glass from Jiang Yao’s hand. The movement of her hand was incredibly gentle, as if she were caressing a lover. The silent, eerie stillness sent a chill down Jiang Yao’s spine, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
The "Yin Spirit Gang Sand" refined by the Guizong Turtle was made from countless souls combined with the Five-Poison Gang Sand. Once those souls merged with the sand, they could regenerate endlessly and did not fear ordinary flying swords or magic artifacts. In terms of defense alone, it was far superior to Ouyang Feng’s Golden Silkworm Gu.
The old man was short and stout, with broad shoulders and long arms, dressed in a silver robe, his eyes looking piercingly at Yueying.
Chen Rui struggled a bit, but failing to break free, she settled down and let me hold her hand. I felt a surge of joy, and a smile appeared on my face.
The young man, who had intended to stop Lin Yixuan when she launched her attack, saw the two already fighting. Then, hearing Lin Yixuan’s furious tone, he realized that this man, known as "Violent Fist," was the one who had beaten Lin Yixuan until she was bedridden for a month.
I frowned, not understanding why Wang Jiao was suddenly so serious. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Was I really supposed to join her in imagining the impossible? Changing the rules and order of the entire world? How was that any different from squatting by a wall after dinner and idly speculating on how to spend five million if we won the lottery?
"Finally, it's dead!" Lin Fan and the others looked at the Demon Venerable Beast in front of them, smiles appearing on their faces. The Demon Venerable Beast had truly perished.
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This was a natural grace, as if the heavens and the earth themselves had become brighter and more relaxed due to her presence.
The sixty-plus-mile journey was not very far for the group, but because they had to detour around the fog in the sky, it took more time than expected.
In that case, this Feng Wu seemed to be a good choice, Ling Changqing pondered to himself.
Once again wandering out of his body, he bowed hastily to his physical form. An Bocheng rose into the air and was just preparing to traverse the Dao when he saw two figures flying toward him from afar.

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The wilderness was filled with cultivators, some carrying sword cases, others riding demonic beasts, all searching for something in the wilds.
Xiao Hen nodded without answering, then walked forward slowly with the Martial Commander, Luo Changqing, and the three of them sat down beside Tianming.
"Yellow! Green! Cyan!" The bird's beak spat out light in the order of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet! And each beam was stronger than the last! Slowly, Zhang Yuhang’s face finally sank completely.
Until Zhou Jie and I had completely disappeared from their sight, the entire school building erupted! The sound of discussion was like a tidal wave! Many boys were still looking down from the windows, watching Zhou Jie’s figure.
With a long sigh, Mr. Sun looked through the latticed window at the surging river, worry flickering in his eyes from time to time.
A moment later, a strange, eerie blood bead appeared on the half of Qiu Feiyang’s head. Seeing this drop of blood, Qiu Hongfei did not dare to be negligent; he reached out with one hand, and a suction force pulled it toward him.
The two arrived at the lakeside. The surface reflected the bright moon, silvery and sparkling. The lake was as quiet as a dark mirror.
That night, Li Zhenting seemed to have slept for a thousand years. He did not move; he did not even blink his eyelids. Everyone had a terrifying thought in their hearts, but no one dared to say it aloud.
Shen Wan met her gaze, seeing expectation and determination there. She understood that Xiang Ming was loyal to her sister, and behind her sister was the Shen family. Therefore, what she had to do now was to revive the Shen family. Those who had once relied on the Shen family must now live by relying on her; therefore, she could not speak lightly of giving up her life.