Approaching Keishu 12

The powerful demonic cultivator merely looked calmly at the hurtling spear, continuing his frantic charge toward Zhan Wuchou. At the moment before colliding with the spear of war, the demonic sword in his hand erupted with billowing demonic energy, seemingly expanding countless times. With a single swing, he sought to execute Zhan Wuchou.

Zhou Man personally escorted the guests to the front courtyard. Zhou Si'lang had already arranged the seating in advance, finally sparing Prince Gong the awkwardness of having no seat.

Seeing this, Qin Mu shrugged helplessly, then turned and went back to his own room to cultivate.

It would be wonderful if Ah Nan had also returned with the two of them; then their family of three could truly be reunited. After all, this was their home, whereas the Regent's Mansion in the capital was merely Ah Nan's maiden home.

However, there are times when others are simply unwilling to help you break through that state of being targeted—one that you can only resolve by speaking up yourself.

"Master, go quickly!" Jing Yu said, eager to try, because he also wanted to follow along and take a look.

Once the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Arch-Demons System locked onto ten thousand targets, then regardless of whether Qin Mu provoked and stimulated them or not, the seven emotions and six desires generated by these ten thousand targets would provide cultivation time for Qin Mu.

In a fraction of a moment, over a hundred fiends that had gathered were already more than sixty percent annihilated.

You must be kidding. Not to mention anything else, among the contestants who merely passed the preliminary auditions, there were two he favored—contestants with standout voices and personal conditions—whom he intentionally shelved for the second round.

In any case, the goal was to expand his own sphere of influence, using any means necessary to achieve it. Moreover, he could not tolerate the slightest grain of sand in his eyes. If the Seven Stars Sect had even the slightest connection with the Yin-Yang Old Ancestor, then the Seven Stars Sect could not possibly exist here. Of course, there was another possibility: the strength of the Seven Stars Sect surpassed that of the Yin-Yang Gate.

As Merlin sensed the will of that colossal beast world, it seemed to become even clearer. This was a gradual success that required a massive amount of behemoth will.

Throughout the entire space, hundreds of millions of curse powers surged accordingly, frantically contracting and solidifying to form a giant palm print that vanished without a trace in a flash.

If he were to present yet another token under the guise of a chance encounter, it would inevitably invite envy. If he did not possess a surplus of Anti-Demon Pills, how could he possibly be so generous?

Suddenly, the giant turtle joyfully discovered that it could sense the imprint it had left behind, though this connection was extremely faint and could vanish at any moment.

Merlin smiled without answering. He would not easily fall for someone's provocation, even though, with his current strength, he had virtually nothing to fear in the Void Realm.

Abruptly, deep within Fengyun Wuhen's soul, came two crisp cracking sounds, as if his blood had erased and shattered the original imprints on the two rings.

Dallas produced these items with a pained expression; these were the most suitable items to offer as compensation. They were all related to alchemy—either top-tier tools or auxiliary alchemy potions used by alchemists.

It was not that the Demonic Clan's Soul-Capturing World-Shaking Tone was ineffective, but Xiangliu still possessed six heads, and even though one of them was slightly bewildered, it had not the slightest impact on his lethal arts.

Mo Yu abruptly turned around, his gaze chillingly locking onto him. "You deserve to die!" he roared, his figure instantly shooting forward.

Just like that, Fengyun Wuhen hollowed out sword shrines, sword temples, and sword halls one after another without a moment's rest.

In her heart, she felt a trace of disdain for Feng Jun's question—just because a Golden Core cultivator could not do it did not mean no one could.

"Time to eat?" Hearing this, the two exchanged an incredulous glance. They had to bear in mind that they hadn't brought any food or supplies whatsoever, so how could it suddenly be time to eat?

Lin Yin'nan stared wide-eyed at Zhong Yue in disbelief. Zhong Yue calmly raised his hand toward him, causing Lin Yin'nan to snap out of his daze and quickly raise the placard in his hand.

Inside the shopping mall, Tong En walked leisurely, carrying a dozen bags containing clothes, shoes, and other items.

"The success rate is about thirty percent! Three portions of medicinal herbs refined into one—that is Mu's limit." Mu Xifeng was himself a tier-ten alchemist, and refining tier-ten pills usually gave him a success rate of over eighty percent. This way, Young Master Mu could pocket quite a few pills for himself.

At the Linqing County Yamen, Gao Siqi, Ma Xianping, and Feng Zhiyuan, the three top leaders of the imperial secret police, held another meeting. At the meeting, they decided to rest in day-long recuperation at Linqing, using the day to bury fallen comrades, treat wounded brothers, and prepare for the continued march south.

Sitting on the sofa, eating biscuits bought down the mountain while listening to the music on her MP3 player, Huang Xin seemed to be growing sleepy. Her head drifted unconsciously to the side and leaned against my shoulder.

"..." Rena did not reply to Daigo's question, instead grabbing his hand and pulling him aside.

"Bin'er, do you recognize who this is? Do you know him?" At this moment, Ximeng's eldest sister-in-law asked her three-year-old son.

I promptly closed my QQ Zone and picked up my phone to call Lele: " Damn Lele, you went traveling without even telling me! If I hadn't been bored and checked your space, I wouldn't have known a thing!" I couldn't help complaining.