Volume 1, Chapter 50: The Second Guest Was Not in the Plan

Here, Old Xiao saw crystals of divine essence rotating within the dimension, continuously supplying energy to nourish this heavy bone dimension.

"Do you still remember Lorelei the Elite Four member? Her Charizard was damaged by a mechanism in an ancient ruin; the injury was not severe, but it was almost impossible to clear. This can also be considered a form of elemental erosion, except that the elemental erosion suffered by Charizard possessed much greater destructive power."

Because too many people participated in the preliminary matches, all eager to become the Emperor's primary bodyguard, the celebration lasted for over a month.

Ling Yan quickly stood up to express his gratitude. This could be considered a tremendous boost; with the assistance of the Governor of Yunzhou, accomplishing other matters would become significantly simpler.

"Do not worry, he will naturally wake up after an hour." The middle-aged man surnamed Xu smiled, his figure gradually fading until he finally vanished before Yuan Qi.

Approaching the Ninth Turn of Immortality, the heaven and earth seemed to undergo a transformation. The spiritual power within the body felt uncontrollable, and even manipulating the Heaven-Evasion Compass became extremely difficult.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the Elven soldiers encountered no resistance whatsoever. As they rushed to the perimeter wall, both artillery fire and arrows ceased.

Upon encountering his past enemy, he instantly cast aside the terror of having just met the terrifying red demon, single-mindedly consumed by thoughts of how to torture the Lord of the Fallen before him.

Yet at this very moment, Cuier seemed to regain her vigor, abruptly seizing Mu Yixue by the shoulders and helping her up.

Even the weeds in the courtyard emitted a faint spiritual glow; if taken out and sold, they could be exchanged for a few pounds of beast meat.

Qin Huairu was now in a lonely plight with no one to echo her, and could only stubbornly suppress her temptation as she returned to her own home to eat.

Giving five yuan versus giving ten yuan commanded different levels of service. Now, Yan Bugui's service attitude was noticeably much more enthusiastic, and he was even offering strategies and advice to Yi Zhonghai.

Before leaving, he grandly left his name to the Kui Blood Tribe. Anyone with half a brain knew that Yuan Feng was definitely not his real name.

Looking at the faint dark circles under Lee So-yeon's eyes, this hard-earned look would likely worsen again in just a few days' time.

Awards were won so effortlessly that they made one's hands soft. In 2008, her popularity in South Korea even surpassed that of Mashimaro the animated character, sparking discussions around the "Tubby the Panda craze phenomenon."

Of course, as for the Void Sea on the side of the God-Slaughter Star Cluster, the Sea God of the Void did not exercise profound control over it, because that was also the territory of the Lord of the God-Slaughter Star Cluster.

However, he was not a member of the Pure Land's Penal Hall; why would he suddenly come to investigate the death of the outer sect Daoist soldier commander?

If they agreed, they would instantly make a profit of fifty thousand. Earning that in just a month's time was quite good indeed.

Hehe lifted a hand to support her forehead. As long as Wang Li was around, no matter how sentimental a scene was, it would instantly become unwatchable.

Hearing this sentence while hiding under the bed, Xu Mengmeng felt tears stream from the seams of her shadow. She was genuinely terrified of what was happening; thankfully, he had not found her yet and was only rummaging through the things above.

The man in black lowered his eyes and looked at his own hands. Whenever he was unwilling to speak, he always displayed this behavior.

Before Li Tie's feet had even touched the ground, he felt a lightness in his hand, and that dog brushed past him and leaped forward. When he looked, the dead mouse in his hand was gone, but the dog's mouth now held a dead mouse.

When Lin Yun arrived alone at the spot in the opening cinematic where Plum Blossom Palace was destroyed, the system voice immediately sounded in his ears. Lin Yun understood that the appearance of this voice also disguisedly proved that he was now exposed within the line of sight of some NPC.

After paying the fare, Su Ruoxue got out of the car, and the taxi sped away, vanishing into the sunlight.

The Eight Immortals looked at the Five-Yang Sword, Wu Gong, with approving gazes, hoping he would accept Ding Chao's advice. But how could someone whose eyes were blinded by greed and whose mind was lost to demonic obsession ever listen to good counsel?

"Commander, keep calm and steady. The Palace of King Yu is already within our grasp, but we must not act with undue haste." Shen Fengjing rode closer to advise.

However, she never expected that Jiang宁 would suddenly open his eyes, twist his neck, and pucker up his lips to lean in close.

Hearing the door chime, Yin Sheng felt a pleasant surprise. After all, at this late hour, aside from the person next door, no one usually came to visit her. To her disappointment, however, she saw Meng Zibei instead.

Chen Ping'an took it and swallowed it without examining it closely, knowing that Jiuer would never harm him.

This was a Dharma Form, inheriting Pangu's ultimate pinnacle of physical strength and radiating energy that surpassed that of saints.

Her figure paused mid-air, her head lowered as she looked downward, black light flickering in her eyes as she wore a pensive expression, as if a momentary thought had just surfaced in her mind.

While discussing how to sanction the British nation and how to constrain the European Union moving forward, the Pentagon officials all turned completely petrified upon witnessing this scene.

The surroundings remained deathly quiet; not a single person even stepped forward voluntarily to congratulate Lin Feiying, because they simply lacked the face to speak.

Judging by his appearance, he was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with high-arched sword-like eyebrows, a prominent bridge of the nose, and medium-long hair casually draped on both sides of his face, striking and handsome to a breathtaking degree.

"Haha, it's nothing, nothing!" Jin Dazhuang replied heartily, waving his hand with an exaggerated flourish, picking up the bowl of vegetable soup on the table, and downing it straight in front of everyone's astonished gazes.

"Reporting to the Holy Master! They are right in the plaza before the Hall of Scripture Transmission! I beg the Holy Master to save them!" Elder Kelai said.

"Wudao, I'm sorry for making you worry." How could Song Yuhan not be equally overwhelmed with emotion?

"Yes, yes! Ashe's ultimate!" Chen Feng hurriedly replied, truly failing to understand why this topic was brought up.