61 Holiday

Seeing Fang Yi swaggering into the city in such a manner now, Pang Tong felt as though he had been slapped in the face.

Although old Qingyu's hooked nose was rather conspicuous, overall he was no different from a human. Old Zhu appointed him as the superintendent of Fuling Mountain, responsible for its development.

Even though Lü Bu's official military title was Chief Clerk, they had long been accustomed to calling him General. In their eyes, he was indeed a general—a general who led them to victory in every single battle without fail. That was not something just anyone could achieve.

Realizing that something was amiss, Long Xuanyuan glared fiercely at the starry firmament and let out a cold snort.

The disciples of Tianzhu City, the Ghost Territory Sect, and other various sects, as well as the visitors from the great clans of the Central Domain, were all struck with astonishment, feeling as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The Pearl-Hiding Bird could nurture nine dust-repelling pearls in its lifetime. Once successfully nurtured, it could condense the True Phoenix Fire and even transform into a phoenix.

The platoon leader immediately went to make preparations. In less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, he returned to report that the troops had assembled, and Liu Pan also came to await orders.

The groom had to be formally invited, a custom known as "inviting joy." The person who extended this invitation was called the joy officer, usually played by an older male cousin from the bride's family. Huang Pei was serving as the joy officer today.

Having been led into this suffocating world by the Minghai God for quite a few days, Old Zhu had been feeling suppressed all along, not daring to expose his identity as an outsider. Now, having made an enemy of the Ji family, he was about to face the pursuit of a Knight King. To say that Old Zhu wasn't depressed would be a lie.

Therefore, Fang Yi refined these black pills. It was a medicinal formula Fang Yi had seen in an ancient text, which was actually a type of poison called the Heart-Breaking Pill. If it took effect and there was no antidote, the victim would suffer agonizing pain as if dying a hundred deaths.

"Master, do you mean we can leave the Fallen Firmament and go to that paradise world you mentioned?" An Sheng asked with pleasant surprise.

With Liang Siqin protecting him, Leng Xuan was practically immortal. Yue Zhiyang felt disheartened and lowered his head in silence, while Liang Siqin had nothing more to say, standing up and walking away on his own.

Luo Chen nodded, his curiosity growing even stronger as he followed Chen Jinyang deeper into the malevolent vein of Ji Jinchen. Reaching the final fault line, the malevolent vein began to slope downwards into the depths of the earth, forming a pit of unfathomable depth.

Hanhai was dumbfounded, and Gao Longcang was equally dumbfounded. Because relying on the two of them joining forces, they were by no means a match for the three demon martial artists of the other side, and they couldn't even escape.

Yue Zhiyang took Zhu Wei's pulse and sensed that her pulse was weak and the residual poison had not been completely cleared. He then imparted the "Yin-Converting Yang-Shifting Art" to her, while simultaneously channeling his inner Qi to help her circulate her energy. After working for half the night, Zhu Wei's complexion improved greatly, and when she woke up the next day, her energy was much more vigorous.

Vast and boundless, fresh and pure. The ancient ancestral grounds were indeed much cleaner than the outside world, and the spiritual energy here was also far denser.

Facing imminent death, Yue Zhiyang let out a soft sigh. Suddenly, a fierce wind brushed past his face, and darkness fell before his eyes. Ye Lingsu stepped in front of him, and the floral branch paused slightly right at her throat.

"My father... passed away before I could form any memories of him," Cong Jun said with a sorrowful voice.

In a split second, the White Dragon Heavenly Venerate arrived before Han Feng, lightly striking out with a palm toward him.

If they could obtain the cultivation of the Flying-Winged Sky Wolf clan and give birth to a few Sanctuary Peak experts, the status of the Wind Wolf clan would be vastly different.

I had seen this ritual before in Lam Ching-ying's movies, where the talisman would magically ignite on its own. Seeing Uncle Jiu act like this made me somewhat excited. I had always been curious about how Taoist priests made talismans burn by themselves, so I focused all my attention on the talisman in Uncle Jiu's hand, waiting for it to catch fire on its own.

"Nonsense, do you really think pie is going to fall from the sky?" Seeing that Xiangli Wu was unwilling to answer directly and instead deflected the topic to beat around the bush, Ye Zhu immediately glared and retorted.

After spinning three times, the lotus heart came to a complete halt, and then began to sink bit by bit until the water entirely submerged it.

Gradually, a suicidal intent began to sprout in his heart, as if only death could... Yes! Only death could stop this formless yet powerful fear.

Beneath his left rib was not only a diamond-shaped bloody hole, but the sword qi contained within the short sword had already sliced deep into his body, continuously tearing through his internal organs.

Throwing a punch forward, his body accelerated its charge, and the blocked Destruction Beam scattered in all directions like fireworks.

"Then what is your view on the One Piece world?" Seeing Planck's excitement, Wang Hou also asked with a satisfied expression.

This time, he did not activate the Empty Cloud Spear artifact, but instead arrived alone at a spot five paces above the ground on the left side of that protective barrier. Hovering for less than three breaths, a dark red light appeared on his palm, and he directly reached out to press that palm against the protective barrier.

"Clatter!" The sound of chains rang out. Before a dark shadow could pounce upon Fang Ruyu, it was driven back by Cangming, plunging straight into the lower part of the corridor and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The moment this cave entrance was just opened, a bone-chillingly cold aura rushed over them, as if countless wronged souls and resentful ghosts were lurking right beneath the cave, eyeing them covetously and waiting for a scapegoat to enter.

As time passed, the army of the state of Guo completely lost the advantage of their previous ambush, beginning to retreat in defeat. In the end, they were utterly routed, casting aside their armor and helmets. The army of the state of虞 pursued them for over a hundred miles before finally halting.

Moreover, most of them had powerful backgrounds, giving the Royal Guards a huge headache. If handled improperly, the conflicting factions might spark a war...

At this moment, Yan Yuncheng's soul floated side-by-side with Goudan over the sea of souls, feeling the gentle, secluded glow erupting from their soul roots. Both of them wore expressions of intoxicated infatuation as gentle ripples began to appear across the sea of souls, eventually evolving into towering waves resembling a tsunami.

An instant ago, Locke was merely in his Destroyer transformation state, but the very next moment, more than twenty figures of him appeared.

Yet he could only swallow his anger and bear it! After all, this princess possessed a once-in-a-millennium Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root and had been taken in as a disciple by Master Ye, the top expert in the imperial city.

There was more than one wolf spider beast tribe in the Forest of Blood. To wipe out this relatively stubborn conservative faction of digital beasts, the Knight Hall and the Sanctuary had dispatched fifteen Tier-1 knights and eight Tier-1 mages to them.

As soon as the words fell, a robust man pushed the door open, cupped his hands respectfully toward the elderly man in his sixties, and stood quietly awaiting further instructions.

Hearing these words, everyone present turned their gazes toward Chen Xiao, eager to know what his decision would be.

The next afternoon, on the rooftop of the top floor of the Blue Hall, Mu Feng was undergoing physical fitness training under the all-around guidance of Si Fang.

The next instant, seeing the emaciated youth's desperate resistance, his arm flashed with the blade-light traces of a phantom sword and slashed downward. The profound and enigmatic attack landed skillfully upon the youth's bloody wings.