Chapter 67 Is this what Fu Qiqi meant by contagious?

White Wolf suddenly remembered something! He told Nagato to wait for him right here, promising he would be right back. Not knowing what White Wolf was up to, Nagato had no choice but to stay and wait. In a single instant, White Wolf vanished, and Nagato knew he had resorted to illusion once again.

Could it be that I was overthinking things, and the appearance of these two corpses was merely a coincidence rather than a warning that the enemy intended to slaughter all of them?

"You—what do you mean?" Yan Xiaoxiao stammered slightly. Since when had Jin Guangyan ever uttered such sentimental words?

At this moment, many restaurant staff members were talking excitedly, seemingly discussing some important matter.

The wall of fire raged fiercely. The hand behind that trident seemed to sense something and did not push any further inward.

Tadanobu Fujino turned to glance at her, her face pale from blood loss, and said in a low voice, "Momoe, they are no match for me." As he spoke, he exuded an overwhelming sense of confidence. However, this did little to dispel Momoe's doubts; she had clashed with Luo Lie and the others firsthand and possessed a deep, personal understanding of their strength.

A magpie chirped outside the window, and the two shadow guards standing before Qingrang suddenly vanished into thin air. A moment later, Jinniang walked into the room carrying a tray of food.

Although he had not technically been defeated by Lin Tianyao, every single one of his operational plans had escaped Lin Tianyao's calculations—could this truly still be considered undefeated?

Xi Xichen finally understood why Blazing Flame had suddenly brought back "trash"—not because of the valuable necklace inside the box, but because that necklace had been worn by Yao Ling and carried her scent.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Yunze had intentionally come out late, only to find that the lights in Yu Zichen's room were already extinguished, yet Qingrang was still awake.

Within the chaotic myriad realms, worlds were countless, yet very few were capable of producing a Realm Lord. The achievements of every single Realm Lord were beyond estimation.

***

When I returned to the club, the neon lights had just begun to flicker on. I parked my car at the entrance, but instead of getting out immediately, I peered through the windshield to observe the surroundings of the club.

The guys all had some experience with this sort of thing, as it wasn't their first time, so they didn't embarrass themselves too much. Each chose their spot. I casually picked one and said, "Pull it out, and pull hard right here." With that, I stubbed out my cigarette and flopped facedown onto the bed.

A boundless, tyrannical force surged outward. It did not resemble the Dao, yet it erupted with a might that transcended countless Daos. Before this overwhelming force, the sword Qi slashing through the void shattered instantly and rebounded in reverse.

Long before she found the student team, Shen Mengqing had already registered a drone company named Future Zhikong—"Zhikong" roughly implying machine control via artificial intelligence. However, it had remained completely deserted all along.

It was indeed blood. I rubbed some between my fingers and brought it to the tip of my nose to sniff; the metallic scent of blood was still very strong. Perhaps because the ventilation in this treehouse was reasonably decent, we hadn't noticed the stench the moment we stepped inside.

"It's fine, see? I'm completely unhurt. Besides, we must be the descendants of the Holy Beast Phoenix. Since that is the case, how could the blood of her venerated self possibly harm me? Don't worry." In the end, it turned out to be Feng Zhen comforting the others instead.

He could afford to brush off Gong Long's challenge because the other party harbored no malicious intent and simply wished to test his strength.

With Chen Mengling's departure, the atmosphere shifted abruptly, and everyone fell into a brief silence. Just as Yang Fan was about to speak and break the eerie mood, Shen Mengqing suddenly piped up.

Judging by the current situation, he was showing zero weakness when facing the Flood Dragon King, acting as if he didn't even care about him at all. What did this imply?

She struggled to speak, but within this dream, she could neither open her mouth nor make a sound. Everything felt so futile, and she felt utterly helpless. In the end, she chose to give up, watching the figure turn away and gradually fade into nothingness, leaving behind only tear-stained traces.

"You're saying he obtained the elixir of immortality?" The violent panda finally lost its composure, its voice rising by an octave.

***

Her words were overwhelmingly arrogant, and she could remain completely expressionless even when speaking of her own death, as if she truly were Yunxian.

With a sharp whistle, the black-clad figure who had attempted to assassinate Canglong suddenly and imperceptibly appeared at the edge of the legion. Beneath the massive black robe emerged a face thoroughly familiar to everyone from the Northern Alliance—who else could it be but Luo Lu, who had completely mastered all five senses?

Qin Meng felt a flutter of anxiety in her chest and couldn't help stealing a glance at Bu Xianji, only to find her gaze meeting Bu Xianji's directly.

After all, medicinal herb formulas were basically pre-formulated, and the finished products refined from them were either pills, powders, ointments, or potions—in short, everything followed a predictable trace.

However, Zhou Qing harbored his own internal calculations: since his current status had been won entirely through strength, he could not afford to slack off. He had to keep pushing upward and breaking through to attain even greater power.

However, unlike current human technology—which still cannot fundamentally eliminate rejection reactions caused by cell structures or even deeper genomic modifications when rejection occurs—

"Speaking of getting out, damn it, who was the one refusing to leave just now?" The fat Daoist master Haoren couldn't help cursing out loud. The "getting out" he referred to pertained to an entirely different matter—the cause and effect of how miserably they had ended up blocked here.

Furthermore, his face and neck were covered in massive, fiery red blisters, which looked deeply terrifying at first glance.

Actually, what I said was not pure fabrication or wild invention, but was backed by a certain historical basis. Whether the Nine Luminaries had any connection to the Star King Set, however, was known only to the heavens. Of course, now that I had finally piqued Bingchi's appetite, I naturally wouldn't give up so easily.