Volume 1, Chapter 27: He Can Never Come Back

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Song Xibao was learning to dress a baby for the first time. Under Li Qingyuan’s guidance, she succeeded, but her face was covered in sweat.

The old man opened his eyes, thinking he had been taken away. Was this really still the Necromancy Department’s teaching dormitory? It was so spotless and completely renewed that it could only be a dream.

When the others heard that the people from Dragon-Phoenix City were leaving, they had already fallen into despair. They had never expected those people to stay and examine their bodies, and hope began to rise once more.

“Big sister, you’re so beautiful. I want to buy a rocking chair. Do you have any?”

Song Xibao wanted to buy one for Grandma, so that even while watching the shop, she would have a chance to rest.

Since Luo Chen had agreed to help Qing Tong find her mother, he naturally intended to see the matter through to the end. At some point, several passages had appeared between reality and the “Void,” and the strange beasts capable of traveling freely through them were called dream tapirs.

The Fourth Elder had a fiery temper. Watching the Second Elder scratch his head helplessly, he did not know what to say to him.

Invitations continued to pour in from all sides, but Luo Chen rejected them all, claiming that he needed to focus on breaking through to the Seventh Grade Realm. Aside from knowing that the Sacred Spirit Pill’s principal ingredient was the Sacred Spirit Fruit, everything else about it was a secret that could not be revealed. Luo Chen therefore still had to work with everyone to deduce the pill formula.

Considering that even his own son had managed to hear about what happened today, there was probably also some covert instigation from His Majesty.

At that moment, faced with Liu Yun’s indignation, Cheng Hao could only put on a helpless smile in response.

Just as Liu Shangzhi was wondering what else he could extort from his father, Li San’s sudden question drew his attention.

That icy touch and familiar sense of revulsion made him think of Bai S素素, who had relied on the Three-Corpse Resurrection Technique to preserve her life.

This was a vital location in the Central Imperial City. Ordinarily, it was utterly silent, and no one dared make a fuss.

Because of this, Duan Chen was deeply grateful for his kindness. After Wu fell into a long sleep, he did everything in his power to support the Chaisi Tribe, devising every possible means to make it stronger.

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Before long, the monster’s entire body was covered in wounds. It crouched on the ground once more and roared at Zhang Ling before turning around and crawling up the wall, climbing all the way to the second floor.

“Ah Chen, do you think we should let them go out and gain experience? Should we send them to rescue those tribes below?” Cang Sen asked in a deep voice.

Only one minute had passed, yet the seal on the Flame Sparrow had been almost completely undone.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Liu Wuzhou was utterly dishonorable. Being forced to head north this time was likely to end in disaster. Even if he managed to return alive, he probably would not gain much from it.

Zuo Ci, Wuyun, and Daoist Yao—the three eighth-rank criminals—had all been thoroughly investigated by the Four Taixu Disciples. They selected only those with talent in the way of magic and took them away. As for the Sword Sect’s own disciples, only one of the thirty, Pan Xiaolong, was chosen. The remaining twenty-nine were simply unworthy of the Four—Wei, Chu, Feng, and Chen’s—notice.

He lifted the tea and took a sip, then swallowed it with difficulty. He had already tasted this sort of thing at the Court of State Ceremonies, but he still could not adapt to it so quickly.

As soon as this magical treasure snapped, it was as though a domino had been knocked over. Countless other treasures were split apart by the raging wind.

Among them, a blue-haired youth with snow-white wings waved them gently. Looking at the Illusion-Birth Butterfly sealed in his hand, he spoke in an utterly calm voice.

When Han Linghai originally charged in that direction, they had thought the people from the Hua family over there were about to suffer terribly.

Harris came in leaning on a cane. There was no beauty beside him, only Old Du. In Zhang Zhen’s eyes, Old Du was probably the most formidable person at Harris’s side. Though they were all Chinese, Old Du clearly showed Harris little friendliness.

After a brief exchange, everyone scattered and hurriedly began searching for the location of the underground passage.

What truly shocked Ye Haoran was that the stone statue’s eyes were not looking straight ahead, but gazing downward.

In an instant, the first floor of Yunxuan Tower erupted into commotion. Everyone wore an expectant expression, speculating about what the treasure might be.

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The moment these words were spoken, the burly man let out a scream. A fist wreathed in the radiance of holmium lightning struck him in the chest in an instant, crushing his torso inward. An unbearable, tearing pain spread throughout his entire body.

That was why, when Tang Ziyan remembered that she still had relatives living in Shanyin County, she came openly to pay them a visit.

After saying this, Ye Haoran’s thoughts stirred. The Eight Directions Seal hidden within his sleeve trembled at once, and then he and Bai Yu vanished into the sky without a sound.

“Hmph, you truly don’t know your own limits. Do you think you can snatch that eighth-level source core from those two sixth-level source beasts?” Xue Gong sneered when he heard Shen Haoxuan’s words.

In the end, Ning Xia could bear it no longer. Nie Chen had tormented her until she was exhausted and drowsy, yet she still stubbornly forced her eyelids open and threatened him with grim determination.

Corpses lay everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of death. This ancient city of the Western Regions, once so peaceful and intact, now truly looked like it had become a scene from the end of the world.

“How can you speak of us like that, old man? Why do you say our origins are unknown? We were born of Heaven and Earth as well!” a group of demon kings protested.

“Wait here a moment. I’m going in to get something.”

Wanqi Yang told Zhao Long to wait outside. In truth, he intended to obtain some news from Qiao Zhi before making a decision.

After venting her anger, the White Bone Demon’s figure disappeared from the mountaintop, and the entire White Bone Mountain once again fell silent.

Although the One-Horned Ghost King followed Tang Monk, he did not dare approach him. He had personally witnessed the might of Tang Monk’s Divine Ring of the Ghost Realm.