Volume 1, Chapter 64: When you have it, it's just a mosquito's blood smear on the wall; once you lose it, it becomes a cinnabar mole on your heart!

Seated by the window in the aircraft's first-class cabin, Huo Lin caught sight of three elderly Taoist masters from the mystic sects rushing wildly into the airport.
The plane was already in motion, yet the trio were so desperate they actually attempted to charge onto the tarmac to stop the flight.

As the ancestral vein of the northern continent of Luzhou, though destined by heaven to rarely give birth to a complete mountain spirit, it nevertheless needed to possess at least a sliver of spiritual intelligence. Otherwise, how could it independently suppress mountains and rivers and regulate the earthly veins?

Xia Liu swept his divine sense directly across the contents of the scroll, only to discover that it was merely a lowest-tier pill-refining cultivation technique.

"We must continue our search. We have to find the Corpse King and the Corpse Demon Emissary and eliminate them, or even more people will die," said Luo Hebin.

According to the rules, since Ye Fan had won the first round, Ling Xue naturally earned the initiative to shake the dice first.

"Xia Liu, you really something else. Aren't you afraid someone might see us?" Zhang Qing asked shyly, tugging at Xia Liu's arm.

However, though capital punishment was avoided, the suffering could not be escaped. Under Luo Hebin's continuous, unilateral beating for several minutes, Wang Rui's face was smeared with a mixture of snot and blood until, finally, his eyelids rolled back and he passed out cold.

"It's a long story. Anyway, once again, I can't control my own body," Kakasi said helplessly.

Within the territory of the Floating Tower's main city, our Blood Slaughter Legion should be the only one that has discovered this different dimension so far. Blood Sacrifice was also extremely excited; if they could gather all the colored microchips here, the elite team's strength would definitely ascend to a whole new level.

Zhang Shuzhe was already inside the penalty box. From this position, he had the option to shoot or pass. Reina had no time to second-guess his next move; as a goalkeeper, he had to rush forward a few steps to narrow the angle.

Shen Yahui immediately behaved herself. Since Zhang Lu had put it that way, no matter how curious she was, she had to suppress it. Zhang Lu was a ruthless character, and she had no desire to bring trouble upon herself.

"Just because you haven't discovered it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It only proves your own ignorance," Chen Fan shrugged and said.

As it happened, Mo Huaiguang's legs were "disabled," so the Emperor certainly wouldn't poke at his wounds by extending an invitation.

"Daddy, you're finally back! I can dig in now!" Hearing the commotion, Luo Siyu immediately rubbed her hands together, picked up her chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

Tony Stark tossed out a soul-searching trio of questions, especially the remark about cheering him on from the sidelines, which left Hao Yun amused.

With that, he turned his gaze toward Old Master Shen, who wore an expression of supreme detachment, yet the words caught in his throat and refused to come out.

After sliding a considerable distance along the ground, the hull began to decelerate. Once the ship finally came to a complete halt, Chen Fan dissipated his psychokinetic energy and dusted off his clothes where no dust actually existed.

As the sentencing concluded, Hao Yun fiercely swung his longsword, and the green lion's form instantly shattered like foam, vanishing without a trace.

Just then, an elder of the Lu family staggered back with a bleeding iron arrow embedded in his shoulder, his face drained of color and his eyes wide with terror.

"Indeed, there is a mysterious force shrouding this valley, which is why you are seeing things that are out of the ordinary," Chen Fan nodded from the side and said.

Mu Tianzhen claimed that as long as one closed their eyes slightly, held their breath, calmed their mind, and perceived with their heart, they could sense the spiritual energy in the air. Who knew if it was true or false.

Given Zhang Hao's current sensitivity to supernatural forces, no one could use magic in front of him without being detected—not even Dumbledore.

"Bollocks! I asked you to go find out some information, and you bring me back a bunch of trivial nonsense? Trivial nonsense is one thing, but you didn't even get it straight—you don't even know what the person's name is!" Wang Naichao scolded.

It seemed that the site opened once every half year, allowing martial artists from the six factions to cultivate there for seven days, yet these people hadn't wasted the remaining time either.