50 Demon Experience Cards 11

Without rushing to practice his spiritual power, Yi Feng first tried to use his own spiritual power to connect with his storage belt. Still, he was unable to open it; it seemed his level of spiritual power was not yet sufficient to unlock this supreme divine artifact.

"Yes." The clerk tremblingly picked up the corpse registry from the floor, glanced cautiously at the prime minister, and lowered his head deeply out of fear.

"Let go!" Gu Yan's reaction was unreasonably violent. Disregarding his shoulder injury entirely, he flung both arms and lurched forward abruptly, forcefully breaking free from Ye Qingli's grip before she could react.

Inside the heavenly palace, Yi Feng felt deeply depressed. Having lost the light of origin, the palace could only rely on its own inherent quality to resist the raging fires of origin outside. Although it could hold out for a long time, barring any miracles, it would inevitably be reduced to ashes.

Slowly nibbling away at them, however, would yield very slow results and might even alert these people, potentially triggering unpredictable complications.

"You don't understand the affairs of the imperial court; official documents simply have to be written this way." Knowing that they were bound to lecture him on the crime of deceiving the emperor, Ah Zhen spoke first to gain the upper hand.

Moreover, there seemed to be some hidden mystery beneath the Xiezhi beast; in that dark spatial expanse, treasures might very well be concealed.

This was precisely the issue. About a week after he deleted that MOBA game, almost all of his accounts received friend requests from the exact same username.

Using the sword Qi pressure released from within his body, combined with the condensed energy of heaven and earth, to form a barrier as impregnable as a bronze wall and iron bastion—this was a feat that only a master at the Great Sword Emperor level was qualified to perform.

Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, lest the spring breeze blow them back to life. She was no saint; the debts that needed to be collected must be recovered down to the very last fraction.

The Northern Dipper Demon Monarch knew they were related to Ye Qingtang, which was why he extended a helping hand and concealed them within his sphere of influence.

I was awakened by a majestic voice. Upon waking, I hurriedly threw myself to the ground and knelt down. Only after kneeling did I realize that among the thousands of ghost soldiers and spectral troops, not a single one dared to float in the air anymore; all of them were kneeling on the ground just like me, densely packed like a swarm of pupae.

Yet her head was hanging downwards, and a pool of blood flowed across the ground. Along with grayish-white brain matter, it emitted a foul odor. Xu Jiao was already dead, thoroughly dead, without leaving behind a single word.

As he spoke, his hand reached toward the sash around Ranhua's waist. Just as he tugged the garment tie loose, a sudden gust of wind stirred beside his ear, and the next second, he clearly saw himself "flying into mid-air," hurled toward the doorway in a parabolic arc by someone.

On the other side, Yan Ruyuan directly summoned one of his magical treasures, exhausted his very last shred of immortal essence to successfully detonate it in mid-air, and then slumped onto the ground, panting heavily in large gasps.

"Come in." Bai Zhanxue's cold voice echoed from inside the room. The elderly steward gently pushed the door open, approached Bai Zhanxue, lowered his head, and respectfully presented the porcelain bottle in his hands.

The tyrannical energy forced Fairy Bingpo's figure to stagger backward, a look of profound shock resting upon her face.

Behind this lay two factors: first, the waves behind push the waves ahead, and each new generation surpasses the previous one; but second, and at a deeper level, was the collusion between the underworld and the authorities.

The moment they arrived here, they could sense that right as they stepped inside, there seemed to be a subtle ripple of energy.

Hearing that Gu Xiaoxiao had also purchased an old, dilapidated dressing table, He Yue'e walked in as well to see what kind of vanity table it was that could make Gu Xiaoxiao like it so much.

The heavy money pouch in his hand was undoubtedly the easiest fortune he had ever acquired. Before he could fully process its weight, he raised his head to see that Yan Jicheng had already pulled Bei Ruoruoxue far away.

If the bloodline of the Earth Demon King could be merged with that of the Ghost-Faced Demon King, and then supplemented with the Power Fruit, the members of the Ghost Face Sect would undoubtedly elevate their strength to a whole new level once they unleashed the "Ghost Face Transformation."

"It's fine, just a tiny bit, a mere sip! You only need to drink a little bit!" With those words, Wang Xiu pushed the cup toward Huaxin.

Previously, he had repeatedly speculated about the origins of the ancestral jade bracelet, even pondering whether it must have been forged by some supreme powerhouse. However, he had never imagined that the jade bracelet possessed such an extraordinary background.

Yet, nothing happened. No one rushed in to assassinate Wu Jinyu. Instead, Dong Mingcheng pointed his gun directly at Ling Mengxiang's back.

Before participating in the Demon-Slaying Trial, he knew that Mo Tianqi was aware of the Heavenly Dao Sect's affairs. At the time, he assumed that top figures of the Profound God Sect like Ling Yunxiao were in the dark. But now, it appeared they were not only fully aware, but had also been secretly lending a hand over the recent period.

"Lin Fei, drink it. Once you finish these eight jars of medicine, your appearance will be restored," Jiayi said gently.

Under Lin Yun's wave after wave of attacks, although wounds appeared on Original Sin's body, the Divine Phoenix bloodline within him was healing him at a terrifying speed.

However, Lu Qing'er did not stop. Her sword momentum grew even more ferocious. Each move was deadlier than the last, every single strike fatal.

The fire arrays, frost, and severed fissures on the ground all began to restore themselves.

Occupying the central host seat was a robust middle-aged man draped in purple robes, wearing a smile as he conversed merrily with the crowd.

"Can Brother Zhongmu help me with a favor, then?" Chen Anning looked at Lu Zhongmu with eyes full of hope.

Right on the spot, Qin Haonan flicked a silver needle from his sleeve, targeting the fingertip of the Medical King of Xiling.

Precisely because of this, ever since I was born, I was taken by his elderly self to a place a thousand miles away, completely cutting off any contact between me and my parents and family.

Whitebeard said nothing, yet his heart was finally put at ease. Even though few people could pose a threat to Marco, Whitebeard still worried out of sheer instinct—perhaps this was simply the mindset of a father.

In other words, attempting to wear down and exhaust the protective shield purely through attacks was an impossible feat.