Volume 1, Chapter 51: Nirvana Pool Summons: Descent of Nine-Tailed Daji

"So, all your sincerity and concern for me before were just fake and hypocritical?" Xiao Cong asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

While everyone was startled, Jiang Hao's eyes opened and closed as the mysterious and mighty power of the "Silkworm Dragon Transformation" poured into the sword body.

Lan Qi said in a deep voice, a hint of worry flashing in his gaze—it was clear he did not want anything to happen to Lan Qi.

Wang Nu did not believe for a second that these monsters from the Northwest could kill him. In his eyes, not a single one of the demon kings in the Northwest was even capable of inflicting serious injuries upon him.

Jiang Hao was left somewhat speechless. That pool of spiritual spring water was clearly anything but ordinary, yet this giant black bull was wasting such a heavenly treasure merely to rinse its mouth.

The moment any glass fragments drew even slightly close, they were instantly pulverized by the near-tangible oppressive aura radiating from Li Ling, leaving none intact.

Seeing that the two had finished discussing the crucial phases of this operation and fallen silent, Gao Gexing could not help but ask.

"I'm getting off." I stepped out of the car. Seeing that Lu Junxun had no intention of following me, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Turning my head to bid him a casual farewell, I set off on my own.

Leaping into mid-air, with his legs curled and his arms spread wide like a roc stretching its wings, his body tilted slightly as he spun at high speed, flying like a whirlwind toward the Ghost-faced Spirit Monkey that was half-squatting on a branch.

This was because the Great Emperor of the Eight Desolations had truly created too many miracles. Every single time, he had risen with invincible might out of seemingly fatal deadlocks, leaving people's hearts pounding with awe.

Yet what was the meaning of this current setup? Did they intend to dismiss her with just a single palace servant? Or were they too lazy to even dismiss her properly, using this merely as a form of intimidation?

After Ji Yun left, Qin Tian instructed Qin Zheng to find a place to lodge for the night. Ordinarily, someone like Qin Tian had no need to ask for lodgings; he could simply have bought a few houses with a wave of his hand. However, after thinking it over, he decided not to act so recklessly—some matters required careful consideration.

Death is nothing more than a nod of the head, but being slowly devoured from the inside out by bugs while lingering on the verge of life and death—who could possibly endure that kind of torture?

However, after making that phone call just now to probe the magazine's attitude, he concluded instead that this method might not actually be such a good idea.

Yet regarding the tactic Wu Jun employed today, Huo Sining could not help but admire it; she had to admit that it was a ruthless move.

"Young Master Jun, is what you said true?" Mu Qianfan's whole body began to tremble as an overwhelming joy flooded his chest.

However, the order to handle this riot had come directly from the provincial government. With both the municipal party secretary and the chief of the municipal public security bureau personally stepping in, the gravity of the situation was self-evident, and he did not dare to jump to conclusions based solely on his own meager judgment.

Lian Fangzhou was rather speechless. Knowing that whatever Li Fu was referring to must be connected to the Eastern Palace, she chose not to press further.

On the side of the US team, after the fishing rods were cast into the water, there was not the slightest movement—an eerie and heavy silence hung in the air.

Seeing the Golden-Haired Lion King strike out with a move of the "Seven Injuries Fist," he neither dodged nor parried, instead silently channeling the divine power of heavenly thunder to take the blow head-on, before fiercely slamming an overbearing "Divine Thunder Palm" squarely against the Lion King's chest.

Feng Lin's heart began to beat violently as a fierce wave of heat suddenly erupted from within, and this terrifying torrent of warmth surged through his blood vessels to every corner of his body.

At a distance of about ten meters, under these conditions, Liuxing finally managed to make out the enemy's appearance. Her silver hair fluttered with the blast of the explosion, accompanied by clear and bright golden eyes.

Hearing Gu Niang put it that way, Fang Xiaohui also sensed something peculiar at that moment. They had extracted those Gu poisons from Huilian's body, so logically speaking, they should not have come into contact with those Gu insects again. Could it be that the moment Huimin was drawing those Gu toxins out of Huilian, some Gu insects had already managed to parasitize Huimin's body?

However, just as he was about to emerge from the wooden box tunnel, he heard loud, echoing laughter resounding from the treasure-storing cave. He hesitated, wondering whether he should go out or not.

Upon hearing this, Princess Pingyang refused to believe it. Having called out "Your Majesty" all the way from outside the estate into the main hall, even a fool would have known that the person sitting above was the reigning emperor.

Yet these words were truly difficult to bring up. After all, as the old saying goes, it is better to counsel reconciliation than separation; she could only wait for a future opportunity to probe subtextually.

Since Yumiko Ryoko was present, Ryuxing naturally could not run around touching things randomly, and could only go with the flow, taking just a tiny, justifiable bit of pleasure in the sensation of Golden Darkness's baby-soft, delicate skin.

"How many times have I taught you? Why do you always freeze up the moment things get critical?" Not far away, Alice kept chattering away at the endlessly frustrated Evilan.

Yan Yuncheng hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs. With Uncle Nan's cultivation at the Spirit Realming stage, how could he possibly be a match for the Silver Moon Wolf Lord? If the two sides actually came to blows, things would get wildly out of hand.

"Who is courting death?" Tu Ming bellowed angrily, similarly sending a massive, golden-yellow palm print hurtling outward.

In everything one does, there must be a purpose. It is impossible that someone went to the trouble of building such a contraption simply to trap people inside until they died.

Meng Yin's mouth could not help but twitch. Although she desperately wanted to trick Jiang Xie into believing this was of top-tier quality, the truth was that it was merely of superior grade.

Yet, despite all this, Jiang Han was still unable to sense any trace of genuine *qi* existing within his body.

Outside the city walls of Chang'an, Chu Zifang sat upon a hill not far from the city, perfectly positioned to take in the panoramic view of Chang'an. The city was brightly lit and bustling with activity. He merely gazed at it quietly as a gentle breeze blew past, a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind.

Fortunately, practitioners of magic are never short on patience, which allowed Trapadtoni to spend tens of thousands of lonely years after transforming into a dracolich.