Chapter 155: The Demon Race

Of course, Ning Feng did not see it that way at all. The reason he took out the cigarette was simply because he felt something was missing.

This was Wang Bing's sole thought at the moment, yet even if he had known, Wang Bing was well aware that this confrontation was inescapable. Sooner or later, the two of them were bound to meet, as though predestined by fate itself.

Ouyang Feng now had Tang Chengzhi, a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, as his powerful backing, and he long since ceased to regard Ye Tian with any importance.

Zhuo Qingchan attempted to speak further, but Zhuo Dingtian let out a cold snort, raised his hand, and delivered a swift chop to the back of her neck. Zhuo Qingchan rolled her eyes and gently collapsed, while Uncle Chai hastily stepped forward to catch her.

However, Ye Tian did not quite agree with the man's assertion. If things were truly as he claimed, why would this High Priest go to such great lengths to torment their village?

Over all these years, Morning Star had researched and discovered a vast number of ova in order to reproduce. Among them were the large white, the large black, and the large yellow ones—all known to be powerful ova, yet Morning Star remained unsatisfied. Afterward, she discovered several unique ova, but she had always hesitated and never taken action.

The avatar was returning from the cycle of reincarnation. Because his footsteps traversed space and time across antiquity, even though they failed to alter certain events, his return at this moment was nonetheless sufficient to plunge the entire long river of history into chaos.

Having said this, Wang Bing turned around and walked away directly, causing Wang Qiushan's expression to shift abruptly.

"I did not collude with them, and I don't even know them," Kimura Gen said, looking at his allies nearby as he hurriedly tried to distance himself from the matter.

She fiercely lashed her riding crop once more, but this time, Princess Lingmeng did not strike her own silver-maned steed; instead, she whipped directly at the legs of the horse Lin Chufeng was riding.

The helicopter broadcasting live from the air captured that moment, yet no one paid any attention to it. It was only when they retrieved the memory card from the camera to compile highlights of the annual Qiantang River tidal bore that they noticed the frame. After slowing the footage down by 32 times, the editor finally discerned what was captured within that single shot.

She was determined to make that princess of Qi understand a single principle: she must not assume that simply because Chu Yao was absent from the palace, others could bully her younger brother. To provoke her was to court a lifetime of misfortune.

Any single one of the deeds he had performed in the past, if brought to light, would be enough to secure him an even greater level of attention.

With the protection of these individuals, Crimson Lotus's Requiem proved immensely successful, restoring the consciousness of the thousands of civilians who drew near.

The only things Crimson Lotus could employ to contend with her master were her Ice Blade Realm and Sword Heart's blade techniques, yet she was currently trapped in a deadlock of colliding blade force, rendering both her realm and her techniques impossible to unleash.

"After we eat, rest in the room for a while. I need to go out for a bit, and the day after tomorrow, you will return to the palace with me." Xuan Yuanheng reached out and stroked her hair, the silk-like strands soft enough to melt his heart.

A look of joy flickered across Mo Yulian's face, while Mo Huasheng, perched upon the rooftop, curved the corners of his lips in a faint smile and noiselessly drifted away like a feather. He hoped his顺水推舟 (pushing things along a favorable current) would yield a fortunate outcome this time.

Although he remained unconscious, his slightly parted lips, through which a gentle breath escaped, still curved into a long-absent smile.

The audience beneath the stage had never expected that the plot and dialogue regarding Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's excursion to the Moon Palace would be entirely rewritten, rendering the performance even more captivating and deeply moving.

A jolt went through Nurse Zhou's heart. Seeing the genuine anger on Mu Qingya's face, a sinister premonition arose within her—could there be something wrong with the porridge?

After the Cowherd returned to the woodshed and put down his plow and hoe, he suddenly saw a auspicious cloud descending from the sky. Looking closely, he saw it was none other than the muddled immortal.

If the agony of shattered meridians was akin to being sliced by knives, then the pain of mending those meridians felt as though tens of thousands of ants were devouring Ye Feng's flesh, blood, sinews, and bones. Compounded by an unbearable, maddening itch, it was a torment worse than death.

"Blood Bead, I hope your prophecy is right! And I also hope the method is correct to bring him back!" Hua Sheng thought silently to herself.

"Reporting to the Qaghan of the Sky, Your Minister has already dispatched men to Chengdu Prefecture." Little did he expect that the Qaghan of the Sky would hold such fondness for a prince who had just arrived from Chengdu.

In Manager Feng's view, Ye Feng bringing out so many spiritual materials was ultimately for the sake of the Jade Spirit Pill. Although Ye Feng's current cultivation was insufficient, it was only natural to prepare spiritual medicines like the Jade Spirit Pill ahead of time; taking precautions never hurt.

"To hell with strategies!" Wang Bing cursed inwardly, swinging his fist as he charged straight at Li Gouwa. Fearing he might injure Li Gouwa, Wang Bing held back and used only fifty percent of his strength.

Although Wang Feng knew he was the protagonist, even protagonists did not start out invincible; they still had to fight their way up step by step. Therefore, Wang Feng felt that the preparations he had made were as foolproof as could be, without the slightest loophole. If even this failed, it could only mean that he was truly destined for a pathetic fate.

"You bad man, what are you doing? Do you not want me to keep my hair tied in chastity for you? Do you not want me?" Xiao Chen hurriedly stood up from the sofa, her complexion turning ashen in an instant, while her eyes welled up with unshed tears.

Chou Wufan felt not an ounce of pity for Hou Guang. Those who stood upon the heights could never hear the cries and wails of the souls trampled beneath their feet. From the moment Hou Guang ceased to treat his subjects as human beings, it was destined that he would never receive anyone's sympathy.

Jin Hao had long harbored the intent to kill Mo Hua, and he had witnessed their standoff with his own eyes just moments ago. Yet Mo Hua remained completely unharmed at this juncture, which baffled him utterly.

"That is precisely what it means." This time, the Scholar did not argue with me, merely following my lead.

At this moment, holding his wineskin, he politely declined the invitation of the Ghost Tribe hunter, then walked alone to a quieter spot to carefully ponder everything that had transpired.

"By now Ji Feng has already departed carrying the Seal of Heavenly Mandate. Without the Seal of Heavenly Mandate, you will never reach the resting place of the Four Divine Generals,哈哈哈..." Sima Hui laughed uproariously to the heavens, his final trace of breath dissipating into the cosmos along with that laughter.

Meng Tian, suffering from massive exhaustion, ignored the audience's wishes entirely, pulling out a crystal energy core to begin his recovery, looking very much as though he refused to resume battle until he was fully restored.

After a thorough inspection, Liao Dongfeng also discovered that this person's nose and mouth showed no trace of the Youth-Preserving Pill. It was only when he reached out and gently touched the man's facial skin that he realized its hardness approached that of a zombie corpse.

Perhaps Hall Master Mo and the others had made their move. If so, it would make my search for the uncle of the mountain gate much easier.

The Annihilation of the past had directly defeated him, and subsequently replaced him! Yet, following that, Annihilation had come to this very place, and overnight, his renown plummeted into disgrace.

Huang Zhentian did not accelerate until they hit the highway. Though the Audi A8 was not particularly flashy with its 4.2-liter displacement, it was nonetheless a luxury vehicle on this expressway.