Chapter 94: Di Cang’s Tribulation
The three brothers of the Three Pure Ones had emerged from the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun had long since divined it by silently working the secrets of heaven.
Alas.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun let out a faint, lingering sigh.
With the wisdom and calculating mind Hongjun possessed, how could he possibly not understand the thoughts and intentions of the Three Pure Ones and the others?
Although Houtu had attained the Dao, the Three Pure Ones belonged to the Heavenly Dao. Even if Houtu wished to intervene, it would be impossible. Thus, if Houtu wanted to resolve the problem of the Three Pure Ones, there was only one way!
The three brothers of the Three Pure Ones had emerged from the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun had long since divined it by silently working the secrets of heaven.
Alas.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun let out a faint, lingering sigh.
With the wisdom and calculating mind Hongjun possessed, how could he possibly not understand the thoughts and intentions of the Three Pure Ones and the others?
Although Houtu had attained the Dao, the Three Pure Ones belonged to the Heavenly Dao. Even if Houtu wished to intervene, it would be impossible. Thus, if Houtu wanted to resolve the problem of the Three Pure Ones, there was only one way!
At that, everyone was utterly stunned. Dongfang Mingliang was so shocked he could not say a single word, frozen there for a long while, not knowing what to say.
The next day, Ye Shaoxuan came alone to the point where the inner and outer city of Xiyue City met. This stretch was the desert he had once crossed before, and he was somewhat familiar with it.
While Qi Ming was tempering his body underground with the Silverlight Thunder, the Miracle Inn remained as quiet as ever on the surface. But after the incident involving that thunder spirit, the inn’s several managers all began secretly investigating what kind of extraordinary person had infiltrated the Miracle Inn.
It was just that Ye Yuhuan lacked experience, and sometimes inexperience had its own advantages. Right now, she had only one thought: fly to Yuris City as fast as possible. She cared nothing for anything else. But the people on the airship cared quite a lot. When their lookout spotted a very familiar figure flying hastily up from several hundred meters below and behind them, he reported it to Cang Yao.
On the third level, battles raged everywhere. Participants were being eliminated at every moment, and the cruelty of the inheritance battlefield was gradually becoming clear.
Although Wei Yefeng’s scheme had indeed made her forget the humiliation and grievance inflicted by the bearded man, Lin Xiaohuan had not given up on finding out who had framed her.
What followed was waiting for Hai Chanzi’s third attempt to break the seal. If it succeeded, the demon would be destroyed forever, to the joy of all living beings under heaven. If it failed, then the demon would descend upon the world, and by then there might be no living beings left under heaven.
He lowered his head and kissed her. A breeze drifted in through the open window; so intimate, so tender. The fragrance of red wine spilled between their lips and teeth, and she thought to herself that she must be drunk.
At the corner by that little grocery store, when the watermelon knife came slashing down through the air, only then did a trace of anger finally appear on Zhu Jianjun’s sickly, flushed face—an anger so slight it was hard for anyone to notice.
“No need. I’ll find a way myself.” Xia Yuyan knew what her classmates were like. She did not want to burden them; some of them were in even worse straits than she was.
The rich stench of blood drew all kinds of predators. In the primeval forest, one pair of terrifying eyes after another opened and turned toward this direction, then charged after it in a frenzy.
“No direct superior? That’s wonderful!” But she was thinking too much; she had no understanding at all of the ways of the workplace.
This was the real focus of contention between the Russian Bear and the North American Eagle, while John Bull and the Gallic Rooster could only think of ways to steal a bite.
Qi Zhang took the newly prescribed herbs, and Shopkeeper Ji gave them to him free of charge, even insisting on adding several more ginseng roots, which Qi Zhang politely declined. He had stirred up that whole commotion not for compensation.
Three black-clad men with fierce, menacing looks still stood in the courtyard, one hand tucked inside their robes, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
Slowly opening her eyes, Linglong saw Ming Yao, who had collapsed from exhaustion onto her body. Smiling, she shifted slightly and let him sleep on her lap.
Of course, the other reserve disciples were not bad either, after all they had been selected from among a thousand martial artists.
“Heh, since you still refuse to admit defeat, don’t blame me for being impolite!” Zhang Bufan moved at once and charged again.
He could feel a very powerful force within, as though it might break through the barrier and surge out at any moment.
He had even thought that Song Ming might have seen something, which was why he wanted to get the stone. But from the looks of it, the other man simply liked collecting old stone curios.
Those Chitauri weapons were extremely hard to break through. Once one got close, one would be smashed into a meat paste by the giant abominations.
“I, for one, don’t think so.” Xia Feng said with a careless smile, idly toying with the golden token in his hand.