Chapter 40

However, at this moment, the top figure of Gaoyuan Capital dialed Su Yunchang's number from his own office.

Although the Yamata no Orochi was dead, the method it previously used to freeze Susanoo had not been lifted, and indeed, there were very few people in the mortal realm capable of releasing Susanoo from that block of ice.

First came a missile-like roar of an explosion, and the air where the two clashed directly emitted scorching white smoke, sending an invisible shockwave rippling outward.

Jiang Chuan suddenly realized with a start that, starting from some unknown time, his friends had all but stopped interacting with him.

Xu Xing stood stunned and helpless for a full several seconds before trying to brush his shoulders with one hand while stepping forward with dance moves—a clean and crisp bow, rising up to prop his arms and push against the air, bouncing to the beat while vibrating his shoulders and shaking his neck.

Immediately after, Ji Mingyue paused the video at the frame where Jiang Sheng revealed the mark of the heart-devouring gu poisoning on her body, taking the initiative to untie her vest and pull down her collar so that Jiang Sheng could come over and inspect it.

Originally refusing to step foot into the antique street even if it killed him, Wang Huacheng had no choice, for the sake of the secret realm opening tomorrow, but to wear a Zhu Bajie mask and once again enter Jiang Yan's territory.

Jiang's mother sneered. Who was it just moments ago that was hinting and whispering that they had snatched the child? Why weren't they willing to take this hot potato now?

Jiang Sheng and Wang Manjin looked around curiously, and everything that came into view consisted of priceless antiques.

What, what is going on here? The spiritual energy I guided through my mental power transforms into airflow the moment it enters the air, flowing wantonly and completely out of control, let alone condensing into a bead. This is truly difficult to handle.

"Zilin, from here on, you must rely on yourself. Take this sacred jade; with this sacred jade, you can command the sacred beast in the Meteorite Land that is on good terms with my Purple Mansion. We must not venture deep into the Meteorite Land, but that sacred beast can." Zilongyan took out a piece of sacred jade and handed it to Zilin.

"I can sign the contract here myself. If you are worried about Eun-hee, go ahead," Uncle Bo said, seeing through my thoughts.

As a county magistrate, it was rare for Ling Zhiyuan to give the top two leaders of a township such a great deal of face.

As the four of them moved forward, little did they know that danger lurked all around them. Various powerful figures had come specifically for that ghost spirit, and the Ten Thousand Origin Five Spirits had always been sealed as a secret.

He hurriedly shifted his body sideways, while at the same time the long sword in his hand collided with the incoming feathered arrow.

Wuyu stepped into the Heavenly Birth Gate with one foot. The surroundings were pure white, a snow-white world that contrasted sharply with the previous blood-red void. Wuyu nodded inwardly, feeling a strange and inexplicable sense of familiarity washing over him once again. He could not explain why.

Upon coming outside, Heitu looked up at the blazing sun in the sky. The clear, cloudless weather brought a trace of warmth to him, but he had a premonition that this kind of weather would seemingly be utterly destroyed before long.

First he was forced to a stop by the Western Poison, and then he was stopped by the Western Poison's venom, which even caused a bump to form on his forehead.

Wang Shangwu, following closely behind, curled the corner of his mouth as grievance and resentment flashed across the corners of his eyes, though he remained silent.

Drool poured uncontrollably from the shrimp monster's mouth for several meters, and he simply could not describe his excitement at this moment.

Although Jin Dada loved to bicker with him on ordinary days, he had always been helping him ever since they met. Moreover, now that the two of them were integrated into one entity, he had no reason to harm him.

In addition, deep within the mysterious underworld, he had acquired numerous pills of immense value, which could be kept for future cultivation use.

After throwing in a full hundred golden eggs without the slightest reaction, Xiao Wuxie could not help growing somewhat anxious. Although he had long known that this egg's appetite was shockingly large, he had never expected it to be this massive. Out of annoyance, he dumped all the remaining medicinal herbs in at once, including those for the Yuan-Gathering Pill and the Marrow-Washing Pill.

Feeling an unprecedented and formidable power within himself, Mi Dou surged with a sense of heroic bravado. If he were to fight others of Pan Jizhu's generation, as long as they weren't those exceptionally formidable genius figures, he would no longer win with the same level of danger he faced today.

On the other side, Meng Kui wore a gloomy expression as he continuously executed numerous moves. On ordinary days, he would have long since resolved the battle, but now he had encountered a huge trouble. If this continued, once the opponent truly survived the heavenly tribulation, the situation would turn extremely unfavorable for him.

"Very simple, keep it as originally planned," Chiri seemed to have already guessed what the other two were thinking and blurted out.

"Sigh." Zhou Yu sighed and said with an appearance of utter helplessness, "I already told you, you guys fight your own fight, I'm just watching for fun. Why are you looking for trouble with me here?" As he spoke, Zhou Yu casually pushed away the battle-axe hovering above his head, as if swatting away a fly.

No matter how Yan Chiquang obtained this heavy Juque sword, people only knew that it had been his signature weapon ever since he first made his name in the martial world.

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, a roar of wild laughter from a young man echoed from the foul-smelling room.

Cheng Shaoyu twisted his neck with difficulty, looking at Song Paiyu in disbelief as his mouth moved. Yet, he did not know what to say.

Zhu Xiaoxiao's injuries were simply too severe, and at this moment, the primordial energy within his body was entirely exhausted. He had simply no other options left. Because the pain was too intense, his own consciousness was fading away bit by bit. The sensation of pain was also diminishing, and everything was continuously slipping away.

The power of a single palm was actually enough to cause tiny fractures in space itself. Mo Zhiyao had never even heard of such a terrifying and shocking level of might.