Chapter 58

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"Splash." Blood spurted out, and then a head was seen rolling off a neck. The man died before he even realized what had happened, and then more heads rolled down.
Zhu Boyi's words left everyone present completely bewildered, but they understood one thing: this was a method that allowed mortals to use spells.
"Nangong, I know your strategic mind is extraordinary. Can you tell me how I should conduct myself?" Bai Yan asked.
At this moment, Yu Fusheng looked both disheveled and miserable. The skin on his face was scraped raw, leaving deep blood scabs, his clothes were soaked in filthy mud, and his complexion was pale.
I asked Luo Huili a few more questions, and then I roughly figured out what kind of person Master Ji was, giving me a sense of confidence in my heart.
One must know that he possessed two innate talents with passive enhancement attributes, coupled with the water spirit blessing, a spell technique exclusive to water ghost-type fierce beasts.
Immediately, his eyes flickered as he thought of a good idea. He opened his right hand, and a phantom drifted out from his palm, instantly turning into a solid entity the moment it touched the ground.
Meng Suwan, who firmly believed that Yi Fengyi would return to the village before long, waited for a full three years. Not only did she not catch a glimpse of Yi Fengyi's shadow, but there was also no news whatsoever. Gradually losing her patience, she ordered the wet nurse to stop caring about three-year-old Long Huiyun and threw him outside the village to fend for himself.
His goal was to break through his cultivation realm. He had just converted the spiritual energy in his body into immortal spiritual energy, and the true breakthrough of his cultivation was only just beginning.
Seeing Li Ming's response, Cao Xin immediately launched an attack. Following Li Ming's example of striking first to gain the upper hand, he intended to chase Li Ming around in disarray to recover some of his dignity.
With the sweet potatoes in the cloth bag to stave off hunger, and occasionally holding a precious mountain herb in his mouth, whether it was the miraculous effect of the herbs or purely psychological, despite the return journey becoming increasingly rugged and difficult, the two of them fared much better than in the semi-starved state of the previous few days.
Inside a side room, Yang Chen sat cross-legged, and the white mist emanating from his body had filled the entire room. Not far away, the Great Elder was muttering in secret.
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She had no home to return to, and her morning actions had angered Han Siyou once again. She was afraid to see him, dreading the words he might speak that would drive her to a breakdown, which only made her feel more distressed.
No, absolutely not! Ye Shaoxuan thought to himself. I must never fail Xia Ziyun! Bah, bah, bah, even if it's not for Xia Ziyun, I can never be defiled by a man.
Her cold and stern makeup made Han Siyou feel a sense of unfamiliarity, as if seeing her for the very first time. Her full and seductive red lips possessed a high-and-mighty sexiness.
Passing through the long corridor and house after house, the gate of his own home was tightly locked. The tree in the courtyard had withered long ago, dead leaves covered the ground, and garbage had piled up—it had been a long time since anyone had cleaned it.
Now the Battle of a Thousand Cities had reached its eighth day. For the past seven days, Ye Shaoxuan had been attending to his own affairs. Aside from a few fools who delivered themselves to his doorstep just to give him a chance to loosen up his muscles, no one else had bothered him.
Lu Ming was startled. This tree demon wasn't stupid. If he signed a soul pact and failed to fulfill the promises he made to her, she would burn the soul pact, and the magic of the soul pact would backlash against him.
She gracefully took her leave and departed, her back view hazy, her figure slender and graceful. For a moment, viewed from behind, Luo Lingxu seemed even more of a rare peerless beauty, superior in both appearance and character. Truly, one could only wonder which young man was worthy of matching such a fair maiden.
Hearing this, the ladies immediately connected it to Ye蓁's perfunctory attitude earlier, as well as her indifferent and utterly unconcerned demeanor. They concluded that she must harbor impatience toward them, yet unable to voice it explicitly, she was treating them with such an attitude.
Jiang Chen nodded in great satisfaction. Compared to Sun Wutian's Super Saiyan form, Jiang Yuan was obviously much stronger.
Kicked over by Ye Cheng, he crashed heavily against a giant boulder, and the bones throughout his entire body fractured instantly.
Gazing down from above, his calm words carried no excessive ripples. As he had said, Thanatos was merely the God of Death. Within the Olympian pantheon, he was only a second-tier deity, and let alone second-tier deities, even first-tier deities were incapable of constructing a true universe.
Thus, under such circumstances, Ah Li naturally and smoothly unleashed all her available skills onto the blue buff, alongside casting Smite.
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"This battle has been far too easy. Capturing three cities in a single day—the Prince of Yan is probably going to vomit blood," Mu Ge said spiritedly with a hearty laugh.
Outside the screen was a window. Although covered by a layer of light gauze, a stray beam of sunlight managed to shine through, casting the High Priestess's graceful figure onto the screen as if she were translucent.
Qingshan Yuan was startled, and his first thought was whether Lin Feng's fans were gathering again.
"That won't do either! Your fame is just as good, you can do it too!" Elder Zhou said without any ambiguity.
Mu Ge was also puzzled at first as to why he was called Anonymous. Later, Zhao Yun told him that his master never told him his name, so he had no way of finding out.
This was ten times more laborious than writing a brand-new book; it was simply not something a human could endure. Why was he the only unlucky one... Sob, sob, he wanted to go home so badly, the city was too dangerous.
Upon hearing this request, Li Maofu stared wide-eyed at He Yuzhu, his gaze resembling that of someone looking at a supreme treasure.
However, those two dog-shaped ghost soldiers could not comprehend its sorrow; they had already bared their bloody fangs and launched an attack against it.
She died. People glanced at her sideways for a moment, then indifferently turned their heads away. Here, dead people were the most common sight and could no longer arouse anyone's curiosity.
A sword cultivator must naturally possess a natal spiritual sword, and this sword-forging technique involved infusing one's own spiritual energy into the sword to endow it with sentience.
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