Chapter 58: The Black Tower

Wang Lin took the lead, and the others followed one by one. The snake's belly was pitch black, and the further they went, the less they could see.

Xuli Qing gave a light tut and pulled a night-luminescent pearl from his universe bag. It looked to be of the highest quality, instantly making the interior of the snake's belly as bright as day.

It wasn't until they reached the snake's marrow that Wang Lin came to a halt. Xuli Qing looked up at the snake god and said, "Our initial judgment was wrong. Although this snake is a desolate beast, it does not possess the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Incarnation."

Even though his name sounded like that of a person from Huaxia, he was actually a Caucasian with a high bridge of nose and a head of purple hair.

The camera flashes hurt Qin Youyou's eyes so much that in a fit of rage, she snatched a man's camera and smashed it onto the ground.

"Haha, good, good, you've grown into a real man." Zhao Weiguo let out several hearty laughs, repeating the word "good" over and over again. Part of it was to mask the awkwardness, but more of it was joy at his son's transformation.

You must know that in order to finance this movie, they had even taken out heavy loans, and a fifty-million penalty was something they truly could not afford.

"Since you know that, you should have prepared yourself mentally to be killed by us, shouldn't you?" Yan Kai sneered repeatedly.

Outside the lattice window, a pear tree swayed gently in the breeze, scattering a few petals that were as white as snow, while the young grass on the ground burst with emerald green vitality. This was the second month of spring, the season when grass grows and orioles fly. It should have been a time to warmly accept the gifts of spring, find a peaceful dwelling, warm a pot of wine, drink together under the blossoms, and chat over poetry.

More than twenty extraordinary, top-tier bodyguards—among them quite a few former king-tier soldiers—were unable to block a single move from Chen Feng. All of them were brought down with a single blow, and once fallen, they could never get back up again.

He had wanted to find this thing for a long time, but had never been able to. Although there were quite a few crashed spaceships in the Technology City, all of them were completely beyond repair. Gu Dong had searched for a few in the past as well, but the robots were completely helpless against them; he had never expected that another one still existed.

At the bow of that archaic warship, the two longest roots lashed out across the vast sky, tearing it apart. Wherever they passed, a pitch-black, bizarre phantom appeared. They ripped through layer upon layer of array barriers, relentlessly pushing through the suppression of the void and the domain of slaughter, charging directly toward Dongbo Xueying.

As they spoke, Li Yueying had already walked in. When everyone took a look, a sharp intake of breath echoed—what it meant to be so handsome it defied the heavens and so cool it made people want to hack you to death, they finally witnessed today.

"Leave the six major divine sects to me. Once the sect master comes out of seclusion, we will annihilate them in one fell swoop!" Nie Li said in a deep voice.

Meanwhile, following the attacks of the Human Torch, those agents also raised the firearms in their hands and fired countless bullets at Cecil.

A fierce glint flashed across Gu Feng's eyes as he delivered a karate chop to the boss's thick, fat neck. Then, just as the boss was about to fall, he reached out with both hands simultaneously, grabbed the heads of the two charging henchmen, and smashed them heavily together.

"More than a month?" Nie Li was also shocked. He knew he had been unconscious for a long time, but he had thought two or three days was already astonishing enough; he never expected he had been out for over a month.

Li Yi pondered for a moment and thought, *Hey, you don't say, it really is.* It was always a case of having the thieving heart without the thieving guts, but there was still a difference; the ambiguity between him and Chen Yingtong was much stronger.

Ye Xin's gaze fell upon the Yuangjun Treasure Tree. Its trunk was nearly three meters thick, towering over ten meters high, with a massive canopy covered in crescent-shaped leaves that emitted a metallic luster.

Zhao Zixuan listened, utterly bewildered, while the others listened spellbound. Wasn't it just a peony flower? If it looked good, it looked good—did they really have to describe it like some immortal herb, as if smelling it would strengthen the body and eating it would grant eternal life?

On that round, plump red ball of flesh, golden secret runes flowed—this was the secret technique used to nurture the fetus, ensuring the fetus would be strong enough.