Chapter 61

When Awl's corpse was seen again, his skin was as white as paper, his eyelids tightly closed, and his eyeballs had shrunk, causing his eye sockets to cave in deeply. He looked somewhat terrifying and rather pathetic.

Lin Li pulled Gu Guoguo, facing enemies on all sides with an equally solemn expression. At this moment, a surge of killing intent roared through the air, locking onto him from a distance, causing his body to tremble as if he had plunged into an abyss.

They wanted to seize the warship to attain immortal status and achieve eternal life. But they knew even better that if they died right now, nothing would be left, and any talk of eternal life would be utterly meaningless.

Consort Fengwu had a rather fiery temper. Once she spoke her mind, she immediately took action. Those nine balls of fire were her ultimate trump card, and as she unleashed them with full force, flashes of light immediately flickered, forming a tight barrier around the Lord of the Demon Realm to cut off all his exits.

Beiming Hong was also a notorious playboy who had committed plenty of absurd deeds in the past. Hearing Beiming Xue's threat, he immediately lost his nerve, rushed to the front, and kicked the centurion holding the command banner to the ground.

After Chen Huang left, Zhao Rui hauled out several crates of bullets along with canvas ammunition belts, instructing everyone to load up.

This was the signal to retreat. By this time, the Yuan soldiers had also reached the verge of collapse; they simply could not bear to be slaughtered by Zhao Rui's army any longer. Hearing the signal, they hurriedly turned around and fled.

While everyone was still indoors, chickens, ducks, fish, and meat had already been purchased. This time, they bought a large number of live sheep and drove them back in a grand procession. If not for the backdrop of rolling mountain ranges, it really would have felt like herding sheep on the grassland.

Hearing my words, the dwarf finally slowly turned his face toward me. At that moment, I saw his ugly countenance. Beneath a mop of disheveled, messy hair, a pair of sharp, bean-like eyes as fierce as a demon's locked onto me, making my heart race.

"Four items of extreme yang?" I was startled instantly and blurted out in shock. The matter of the Black Dragon Ring was not something everyone knew about; after all, very few people had ever entered that place, and those who did lacked the ability to return. Therefore, the moment Daoist Liaochen mentioned it, my mind immediately went in that direction.

After the Lantern Festival, he originally intended to seek out Cockscomb Mountain to obtain an elixir for Dong Ce to heal his injuries. However, Green Willow City was becoming increasingly lively. Seeing how things stood, the search for the elixir would have to be put on hold; it was more appropriate to first track down the low-level human immortals who had fled into the deep forests to escape the crime of "blasphemy against the Buddha." Old man Dong claimed there were several hundred of them.

"Don't be afraid. If I wanted to do anything to you, I would have done it long ago. Look at you, always like this—like a cat with its fur on end. I have to tell you sincerely, I really harbor no ill intentions," Gu Yan continued, lowering his voice with a sincere expression on his face.

Professor Chen sat there looking helpless, occasionally picking up his phone to check his wife's guidance and instructions, while incidentally glancing at the time.

In five days, Ji Xuandao had completely refined the Nine Extremes Formation discs and the Blazing Spirit Flowing Fire Formation discs, and had already put them up for sale.

He had cast a spell just a moment ago, only for it to be directly intercepted by the local mages joining forces, rendering the spell completely ineffective.

Perhaps he was destined to betray, or perhaps he would mend his ways and turn over a new leaf, but those were choices for his future self to make. There was no need for him now to force the man down that original predetermined path.

Actually, Zhang Yogurt regretted using the teleportation grand spell the moment she cast it. Now that there were people around—and some who weren't even human—she really shouldn't have used it. But there was no help for it; using the teleportation grand spell the moment she parted ways with someone across a street, just as a car happened to driving down the middle, had become her instinct, completely beyond her control.

Nan Yu wore a gentle smile on her face: "Naturally, people like us abide by the rules within the city."

At this moment, Bai Wangyue could only think that in this lifetime, without the blessing of a princess's identity and without Xiao Se supporting and accompanying her, it would probably be impossible. Rather than that, she might as well follow Xiao Se and learn medicine.

Checking the crystal, this transit had consumed a little over 60% of the energy, and the remainder was completely sufficient to bring them back to the Dayi plane.

In front of the Daoist temple stood an old Daoist priest wearing Daoist robes. He had a long beard and the air of an immortal; he was probably close to a hundred years old.

Ma Chao thought to himself while trying his best to drag his exhausted body toward the left and right sides of the cage. Only at the edges of the cage would he have a better chance of dodging this man's attacks.

For example, bronze was priceless during the era of the Yellow River ancient burials, but nowadays, it was as common as dirt.

Even though they could sometimes be a bit naive, when they actually got down to doing things, they were truly reliable.

The rock sugar continuously melted within the remaining juices. To prevent it from sticking to the pan, Wang涛 (Wang Tao) hurriedly picked up the spatula and constantly stirred the spareribs, trying his best to make the spareribs and rock sugar blend together perfectly.

While speaking, Wang Tao nudged Bai Yu, who had all along advocated staying at home and waiting to see how things developed.

Leloya and Song En exchanged glances and decided to give up this kind of tedious rote memorization, directly letting Enaxilin undergo practical combat training.

If not for the possibility that the old master might call again, Xia Mujin would have wanted to just leave directly with the car.

To be honest, however, he had slept terribly last night, spending almost the entire night in a state between wakefulness and sleep. He woke up several times during the process, and every time he woke up, he would check the wall clock, and upon realizing it was still not dawn, forced himself to fall asleep over and over again.