Chapter Fifty-One

Having lived muddle-headedly in this world for fourteen years, he had only mastered shuriken throwing and the basic ninja techniques. Heading to the battlefield under his current circumstances would likely mean a one-way trip, so the most urgent task was to enhance his strength first.

He had been too nervous just now. Facing the encirclement of the sealing formation, the first thing that came to his mind was actually trying to crack the Ten Prisons Shadow-Killing Formation, which completely played right into Lu Heng's wishes.

Ruyi lay down flat, taking heavy gasps of breath to soothe the splitting headache... Suddenly, paper money fluttered outside through the air, accompanied by intermittent dirges.

He wore a black round-collared robe, standing out amidst a sea of black, with a flawless white jade hairpin steadily binding his hair atop his head.

Having endured untold hardships to safely raise the child and return to the state of Qin, peaceful and happy days had finally arrived.

Hearing the voice, he raised his eyes slightly and spat a mouthful of blood and foam toward the man's face. Unfortunately, lacking sufficient force, the blood and foam fell onto the burly man's hand halfway through the air.

By this time period, Hiruko was already dead. Since Orochimaru had once exchanged research results with Hiruko, the Chimera Technique was now known only to Orochimaru. His purpose for coming this time was precisely for the Chimera Technique, making winning over Orochimaru essential.

To take a step back, in this current setting, the other person's words and demeanor bore not the slightest trace of a joke.

Having encountered assassins several times alongside Ying Zheng, no matter how foolish Zhao Ji might be, she still sensed that something was amiss with this strange phenomenon.

Looking at his appearance, Lu Heng became even more certain that the old man Xue Canghai certainly had not mentioned yesterday's events to him.

Lu Zufeng had never been a soft-hearted person; cutting weeds by the roots was the only way to eliminate future troubles. Once this matter was settled, he would inevitably return to the Tianfeng Continent, and the Divine Wind Hall without Meng Gou would not amount to much. Under such circumstances, Lu Zufeng would 100% not let Meng Gou off.

Who says ginger gets hotter the older it gets? In the current world, the waves behind clearly push the waves ahead, leaving the former waves dying on the beach.

With a single strike of his palm, his internal energy transformed into the shapes of dragons and phoenixes in mid-air, entangling with each other, rolling and darting about, striking toward Ximen Jiuqian with the momentum of a thunderbolt.

Rat Five felt somewhat indignant. He had originally brought the young master here as if presenting a merit, wanting to butter up the young master while instantly finding a place for the three brothers to cultivate, but he never expected such a situation to arise.

Since half a month ago, some of the more distant sects had already set out one after another toward Qipan Town. The homebody was doing fine for now, but at the very latest, he would have to set off by the end of the month.

Following Luo Fan's shout, Pang Tao, who had been closely watching the changes within the main courtyard area, cried out with a face full of anxiety upon seeing the drastic transformation occurring on Duan Chen's body.

Many people thought to themselves that the startling-swan hairpin was close at hand and within easy reach, but if they were the least bit careless and the opponent destroyed it out of desperation, it would completely ruin their wishes. Therefore, upon hearing Zhu Yao's intimidating words, many did not dare to move even a single step away.

Looking down from above, illuminated by golden-yellow lights, the view was one of brilliant gold and jade. Inside the spacious hall, dozens of people sat in two rows leaning against the walls, every single one of them exuding a majestic and formidable aura with burly physiques, seemingly all possessed of extraordinary martial prowess.

Before his voice faded away, a strange flash of silver light suddenly appeared in the man's eyes, and then, just like a power outage, they went dark forever.

Jiang Hao intercepted Nezha, opened his right hand, and the Evil-Siphoning weapon abruptly appeared, its dark light flickering faintly and trembling gently, as if it were excited.

Imprisoned within the Flame Celestial Prison, Ning Feng did not feel scared at all; instead, he thought this move looked quite cool.

The demon clan lineage of the blessed grotto-heavens had a long heritage, and their most ancient ancestor had also passed away tens of thousands of years ago. The final heirloom left behind might be useless to others, but within the demon clan, it held supreme significance.

Ning Feng was stunned. He hadn't expected Bei Mingxue to say such words. Look at himself? Was there anything attractive about himself? Ning Feng was not narcissistic enough to think his charm was so great that someone who had met him only once would linger with nostalgic attachment.

He had originally thought that after descending to the mortal realm, he could rely on the advantage of his cultivation level to rapidly gather a faction of forces in the mortal world.

From enrollment until now, he had shamelessly occupied a spot within the bottom ten of his grade, and no exceptions had ever occurred.

Watching this large dog barking with such arrogance and haughtiness, the faces of the Qiu family members grew increasingly dark.

He finally understood; much like the Olympic Games, only delegations from various countries were qualified to participate.

"This power, how can it be so immense!" The force transmitted from his wrist made Yin Yuanchao feel incredulous, but before he could react, Li Xiaoyao had already crushed his wrist bones and kicked him heavily in the stomach, sending him flying backward.

"Look, you've admitted it yourself. Can we have a proper talk now?" Xu Zheng forced a dry laugh, secretly feeling a pang of shame.

The various experience stores under his own brand that had been closed for a long time would also fully reopen this coming Sunday to synchronously sell the new products.

Upon learning about this matter, Xiao Yuanshan felt even more anxious than anyone else, because Xiao Yuanshdie's body had not yet fully recovered.

Seeing the formation activated by the Ye family, Liu Feng's eyes revealed a look of contempt. In his opinion, what kind of formidable formation could the Ye family possibly have that could withstand a Nascent Soul expert?

After exchanging dozens of blows, both of their bodies were covered in dense, horrifying wounds, with blood flowing freely, looking extremely ghastly.

Fourth Lang said, "Although the Feng family is weak, it is one of the oldest and most mysterious families among the four great Daoist Master clans. No one can even tell when they first rose to prominence on this continent."

The Golden Core attendants behind her stepped forward in unison, and a tremendous pressure instantly bore down upon Ye Haochen and the three of them.

With this quantity, wanting to produce five thousand catties of first-grade lower-tier spiritual soil in a short time was still far from enough.

Without these, wouldn't the title of the Ye family's young lady become a joke? The child in her belly would be an even bigger joke! Would Shen Ting still acknowledge this child?

Most importantly of all, Zhang Ya, whom she had always looked down upon, turned out to be the sister of the president of the Shuntong Chamber of Commerce. This was simply unimaginable.

"Except for what? Could it be that you're afraid our Young Master Jun can't afford it?" Chu Yunjin, who had been tagging along behind Qu Junyan to watch the excitement, chimed in tauntingly.

That night, just as Li Ye finished taking a shower and was preparing to return to her room to rest, she suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door.

Stumbling forward for a distance before stopping to spin around in circles a few times, then stumbling forward for another distance before stopping to spin around in circles again, Roger's route resembled abstract art drawn on the ground by a drunkard leaning against telephone poles—crooked and winding, occasionally even backtracking a little bit.