Chapter 68

Although Huang Tian was on the verge of death, he still retained a shred of consciousness. He instantly understood why Shen Tian had grabbed his throat, and a look of both resentment and reluctance surfaced in his dual eyes.

In fact, his idea was definitely a great way to unite everyone. If even their military designations differed, how could they fight together and whose orders should they follow? Therefore, changing the tribal title was imperative.

Exactly two days later, at dusk, he walked out of the humble dwelling and headed toward the meeting place agreed upon with Yang Chong.

In half a month's time, Cheng Lingyu had continuously opened up two grotto-heavens, which greatly increased his cultivation and skyrocketed his combat prowess.

"Sister, are you alright?" Qu Qingran did not immediately look ahead. Her first reaction was to notice Qu Qingying sitting weakly on the ground. She squatted down, supported her shoulders, and asked with concern.

Judging by the voice, the person in black had already removed her veil, but unfortunately, with my head turned outward, I could not see her appearance. However, since I had already recorded it anyway, I could check it later.

Peeking inside, it was pitch dark, and there seemed to be a wooden ladder placed inside the pit, apparently for people to walk down.

"Get lost!" Chen Luo shouted sternly, his gaze piercing toward the blue-robed maid like a knife, sharp and terrifying.

Xun Yi pressed down on her to shift her body slightly, wrapping an arm around her waist to avoid the bulky and bloated figure of the Big-Head Ghost.

"Wuyang, you've misunderstood. I have always regarded you like a sister, so it's better for the two of us to maintain some distance!" I certainly didn't dare to provoke a figure like him; if I were to get entangled with him, it would be hard to extricate myself.

Having escaped death by the skin of his teeth, Wang Aiguo had gained many insights during these days, and he was willing to pour out his thoughts.

"Sister Acai, do you still remember what day today is?" Wang Chaoyun moved a stool and sat not far from the bed, asking calmly.

"If I worry about you, can you get better immediately? Of course not! So, just forget it! The most important thing right now is to treat your leg." Having said that, Song Jingshu prepared to go out and look for a herbalist.

In this way, there were fourteen hot dishes, plus four cold platters, making eighteen, along with the previous eight-item assortment of preserved fruits and candied delicacies, bringing the total to twenty-six dishes.

At noon that day, Chen Zhen and his two sworn brothers, together with Yamada Mitsuko, arrived as usual at the school cafeteria entrance after class. With Mitsuko leading the way, just as they were about to step inside to eat, a figure suddenly rushed out from within, almost knocking Mitsuko to the ground.

Suddenly, everyone looked at the Demonic Blade Fiend. "Have you really slaughtered an immortal before?" Wu Mo asked with curiosity, remembering someone saying that the Demonic Blade Fiend was capable of slaughtering immortals. "Fiend, will you kill Wu Mo?" Jiao Jiao suddenly asked. "How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense! I am a weapon spirit that has already recognized its master," the Demonic Blade Fiend protested, as if its tail had been stepped on.

In addition, she also improved the service quality, updated some old facilities, and controlled things from the details to provide customers with a better lodging experience.

After finishing their meal, the two went to see a movie. Since there were no particularly good new films showing, they watched one they had seen before, Fast and Furious.

Truly unable to refuse such warm hospitality, Third Elder Duan could only brace himself and surrender everything he had to the unknown.

Who would have known that when she took the initiative to say 'thank you' to that fellow Qiusheng back then, not only did it fail to surprise him, but it scared him so much that he nearly needed to change into adult diapers on the spot.

The Shattered Wolf stars, located outside the Zhou Tian constellation destiny, were different. They were symbols of variables, destruction, devastation, and chaos outside of this realm of heaven and earth. Once these three stars manifested, they would bring disaster to the world and plunge all living beings into misery.

The Demonic Seeds were one of such entities. Like the Heavenly Demons, they were also nurtured by the heart's blood of ancient demon gods. The only difference was that Heavenly Demons were nurtured by the heart's primordial blood, whereas the Demonic Seeds were nurtured by ordinary heart's blood. Therefore, the overall strength of the Demonic Seeds was slightly inferior to that of the Heavenly Demons, and they were regarded as a branch of the Heavenly Demon clan.

Shi Qi's work dictated that he would inevitably put himself in danger frequently. Most of the time, firearms and some mystical methods were sufficient.

Fang Ming looked around and felt the undulating, turbulent strange energy surging on the Heshibi, slightly furrowing his brows.

"Demon Blade Sect? Do you really know all their treasures?" Lin Lingling was now certain that Fang Ming had an extremely close connection with the Demon Blade Sect of yesteryear.

Fang Ming exchanged a few polite words and returned to the viewing shed. What greeted him were the god-like, worshipful gazes of the surrounding disciples, with Wang Dong even holding a cup of clear tea and trotting up flattering.

To continuously wear them down like this and finally deliver a fatal blow was the strategy Fang Ming had formulated to deal with Buddhism.

A gentle radiance enveloped Qin Ran's body before he had time to react.

The next moment, Cai Jiuzhen's figure had already darted toward Yang Feng once more. This time, his domain power was driven to the absolute limit, determined to blast Yang Feng to death under this single strike.

Naturally, he would not expose his true identity in front of him; he had to keep wearing this Demon Lord mask, but he could very well introduce him to the Divine Blade Sect.

Bonfires were permitted inside this place. Every year, the Mongols here held the Naadam Gathering, so as long as one minded safety, no one would object to lighting a bonfire at night. However, if anything went wrong, compensation would certainly be required.

Xu Anmo chuckled and said no more. He had just been struck by a whim and merely spoke casually; if he were truly asked to make any suggestions, he would have lost his ideas instead.

Just as Qin Hao was about to leave, he saw a jeep stop in front of Xiao Qing. Sweeping out with his spiritual sense, he was astonished to find Zhang Fan lying in the car unconscious and unaware of whether he was dead or alive. A suspicion immediately arose in his heart: these two were likely people from the Duan family.

Just like before, the mirror-man let out a whimper, raising both hands in front of his face and retreating backward, as if Qi Si's very existence caused him pain.

Witnessing this, Emperor Jianheng gradually perceived the anomaly. The smile in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a trace of scrutiny and playfulness, while the corners of his lips distinctly turned cold and heavy.

Gongs and drums led the way in Luming Lane, with water sprinkled to clean the streets, as the entire bridal procession marched toward the Yan King's Mansion on the east side of the imperial city.

Resting for a day, they searched for another half a day the following morning until noon, when the group finally found a way out. As soon as they emerged, Gu Shuying silently stared at the other three and stopped walking.

As long as the two used the special communication method of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen to inform Momochi Zabuza of his current situation, Uchiha Matsuri would no longer need to go to the Land of Grass to look for Momochi Zabuza.