Chapter 50: Shen Du Injured

Suddenly, Lin Rui, who had been motionless, acted as if possessed by a ghost. His pupils dilated abruptly, and his body sprang up unexpectedly. A silver-flying knife sliced through the air, sending a chilling and soul-captivating aura.

High in the sky, three giant Menos Grande appeared. One was relatively normal, while the other two had glowing red eyes.

Yet with just a single sword strike from the silver-armored warrior, that person was sent flying and instantly defeated.

With those words, Xu Feng took his leave and departed. As he watched the retreating figure, a dark shadow, whose facial features could not be discerned, materialized beside the Beast Emperor.

As she spoke, Gu Qiuyue familiarly looped her arm through Zhang Mingyu’s, pressing her soft breasts gently against him, while her other hand affectionately linked with his grandfather's arm.

Yet, she had not expected Aizat’s memory to be exceptionally good. Aizat had once remarked that for anyone not native to this place, finding a way around and avoiding getting lost would be virtually impossible. Yet here he was, walking as if on flat ground, showing no signs of discomfort whatsoever.

Sister Yong smiled silently and began mixing the second drink. Everyone around looked surprised—Lin Rui had actually endured the first cup.

Tap, tap... He reached out and knocked on the glass window, as if asking me to roll it down. After the initial panic, I realized it was the face of an elderly man, who appeared to be alive.

However, why did she say that the ruthless massacre of the Chen family was related to Chen Bing'er standing right before them?

"Young Master." Looking at Shi Tian as he was now, Ruiyao felt a complex mix of emotions within her, though she had no words to express them.

Independent cultivators have no ties and can simply walk away at will. But for a sect like the Dajue Temple, packing up and migrating en masse merely to escape some unknown, mysterious figures was utterly out of the question. If they were to do such a thing, Dajue Temple would become the laughingstock of the cultivation world, and standing firm in this realm ever again would be impossible.

Murong Xiao murmured, feeling his body constructed entirely of the primordial energy of heaven and earth and sword qi, a surge of heroic ambition rising in his heart.

"What do you mean 'what'—hurry up and keep pace!" Nie Tianlong roared angrily. Already, his figure and the hundred or so ruffian soldiers under his command had entered the city. Instantly, the soldiers of the 129th Division did not dare hesitate in the slightest, hurriedly following behind. They did not even know what had happened or what they were sent to do.

When Long Ge took out his phone, he suddenly thought of Li Ke. He had promised to give Li Ke his new number, and it was already afternoon. Li Ke should be off duty. Since Li Ke was not working, Long Ge could send her the number.

"Anyway, I'll go investigate around. You protect her safety," Sherlock patted Ye Zeming's shoulder and said, then turned to Beatrice with a smiling, polite bow.

If a mongrel dog like yours can enter the competition, I can easily find a Pitbull to fight your Tibetan Mastiff. My Pitbull isn't purebred either; its grandfather's grandmother's grandfather was actually a Tibetan Mastiff, so it also carries Tibetan Mastiff bloodlines. Strictly speaking, it's also a crossbreed Tibetan Mastiff—would that work?

If one were to say that Murong Xiao's previous comprehension of divinity was merely like a ship lost in the deep sea at midnight...

Since there was also golden spiritual energy to absorb, Nie Yun decided to activate his ocular abilities completely. Anyway, there was no harm in absorbing it; once absorbed and stored within his eyes, these spiritual energies would surely come in useful.

"Master, do you intend to use the Dragon Soul Hall to appease the fury of the Purple Peak Society?" Uncle Zhang asked, looking at Liu Yunlong with a stunned expression.

The Ghost Emperor nodded slightly, and the two flew down to the ground. What awaited them next, however, only served to suffocate the Ghost Emperor with frustration.

Seeing Xu Banxian speak thus, Jin Yan'er nodded, then had Ake sit beside Xu Banxian. She took out her medicinal paste and began applying disguise techniques to Xu Banxian.

By this time, the villagers and the village chief had long since regarded me as a deity. Therefore, as soon as I finished speaking, the chief hurriedly gave orders to pile all these corpses together, and then commanded the villagers to burn them thoroughly to ashes.

Who could have anticipated that these two platoons of Japanese soldiers had already been blown to pieces, their limbs severed, by the explosions? How could they possibly withstand such a torrential onslaught?

Slowly opening his eyes, Xiaoyaoshi suddenly found himself able to see the inner workings of the spirit snake dragon's head. Inside its highly developed brain, various spiritual auras were transmitting along the intricate gullies like lightning.

The way he spoke made it seem as though the person standing outside the door was not his own father, but a plague god.

"It wasn't powerful because their twin swords weren't united. To obtain the female sword of the Chengying, this master went to the Tiancang Sect three times to ask Lingmiao to lend it to me for a look, and she refused every time. To think she actually gave it to you!" Ouye Minzhi said with deep regret.

"This batch of jadeite rough stones first fell into the hands of the Germans back then, and only later ended up in America—but that's not the main issue," Zhan Bai shook his head and said.

After dinner, I had the village chief order all villagers to return home, lock their doors and windows tightly, and instructed that no matter how loud the commotion outside became during the night, they must not come out.

Just as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was deep in thought, his expression suddenly changed drastically. Then, his figure flickered as he hurried back to the Buddhist encampment.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: Is this fat man out of his mind? I'm minding my own business, didn't provoke him or offend him, so why is he persistently biting at me? Besides, heaven knows what the phone number of Baiyun Temple is.

When Uncle Xiang left, he carried twenty catties of salt on his back, but upon his return, the weight was even greater. His bundle contained all sorts of miscellaneous items—grain, eggs, and a few feet of cloth. In this era, hard currency was scarce, and most transactions were conducted through barter. It seemed his harvest this time was quite bountiful.