Chapter 39: Ming Zhenwan

Not long after finishing breakfast, a clamor arose outside the estate, unsettling the peace.

Lu Yuerong was leisurely tidying up at her vanity when she heard the commotion. Her delicate brows knit slightly, and she wondered to herself: What could be happening so early in the morning?

She set down her hairpins, moved with graceful steps, and hurried toward the source of the noise.

The voices were loud and chaotic, like a pot of boiling porridge, with every sound blending into the next. Yet, amidst the din, she could still keenly discern—

Then, he watched in astonishment as the golden radiance effortlessly seeped into the soul. He Wang gave up his struggle without warning; before his soul was thoroughly purified, his regenerative abilities never triggered again, as if they had vanished from him entirely.

"Then what about me? Have you ever thought of me? All these years, have you never held me in your heart?" She finally lost control.

"Our victory? That's quite the justification," Tong En muttered to herself. "If you want to celebrate, you should find your fiancée. Why drag me into it?" A sudden idea occurred to Tong En.

Because it had claimed, "I can gain the ability to move from you as long as I touch you," Chen Yu had kept it tucked inside his clothing throughout the journey, giving it no chance to make contact. Only now did he hesitantly take it into his palm.

Fan Jie, a disciple of the Corpse Taming Sect, manipulated over a dozen corpses, including gold-armored, silver-armored, iron-armored, and copper-armored zombies, as well as poison corpses and long-tongued corpses.

"And how is the progress on the 'Phantom Dream' project?" Xia Mengyou looked at Liu Yifeng and asked suddenly.

However, the scene was somewhat spectacular. These ghosts were shackled by a chain, link by link. Judging by their cultivation, they were not weak, yet three or four of them were being led by a single underworld soldier, unable to break free in the slightest.

Young Master Mu was utterly dumbfounded upon hearing this. He thought he was on the brink of death, yet there was another attempt?

Mu Xifeng gazed at the three clear characters. He knew in his heart that what Duanmu Qing said was true: this "Cave of Fallen Mortals" was indeed the tomb of the successive masters of the Demon Sect. He only wondered if there was a way out within. With this question in mind, Mu Xifeng carried Duanmu Qing and stepped, one pace at a time, into the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum.

As for the other two second-tier demonic beasts, they were five meters long. Their sturdy bodies were the exact opposite in color, covered in fiery red fur! There were no dense, menacing scales or barbs, just a coat of flame-red pelt.

"The one who will kill you." The cold, sharp voice echoed throughout the hall. Then, the pressure intensified twofold. Under the immense weight, the bones throughout Yi Feng's body emitted a rattling, cracking sound.

Subsequently, the space behind Zhuge Liang distorted. The Sword-Ling Red Tiger appeared silently behind him, raised its bone halberd, and pierced through Zhuge Liang.

Flee far away, and just watch as the Principality of Boi and the Dwarven Kingdom of Yunling are destroyed step by step by him, further weakening the Empire's strength, is that it?

He gave Ouyang Chun no chance to meet Huang Feihu, not even enough time to block him. By the time Bian Jinlong led his men out of the pass to engage in battle, Ouyang Chun had finally recovered his senses.

He asked this while looking at Jacob, not thinking anyone else nearby would misunderstand his words. In fact, he felt satisfied with the way he had phrased the question.

Watching the armies marching past from time to time, a sudden, inexplicable sense of vicissitude welled up in Yi Feng's heart.

Previously, Yuan Sen had always felt suspicious of the attitudes toward the police and Gu Tao. But that did not affect in the slightest the discomfort he felt when he saw those people treating others with kindness.

Whether they were awed by Zhen Qian's aura or frightened by the weapon in his hand, they retreated one after another, watching him.

Just as Di Jun spoke these words, something suddenly shattered upon his body.

After analyzing the Essence Condensation Pill, Qin Ming picked up a Transformation Pill and continued to scan it with his Star Spirit.