Chapter 30: Training
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It was already this lively before nightfall. Once darkness descended, who knew what kind of commotion there would be? Everyone exchanged smiles and shook their heads. With the road so crowded, they could no longer continue on horseback. They had no choice but to let their attendants lead the mounts while they dismounted and walked forward on foot.
As a result, a trend of despising the abyssal demons had arisen on Earth, with people believing that the abyssal demons had come merely to serve themselves up as prey.
The Ancestor of the Divine Embryo was startled, then said with disdain, clearly harboring some disbelief toward the Divine Embryo King’s words.
The moment Chu Feng saw Crown Prince Baiyue, he immediately withdrew his gaze. For one thing, he had no friendship with the crown prince; for another, they were competitors now. Naturally, Chu Feng was not about to play the selfless savior and rescue him.
This place was a dense forest surrounded by thorns. It was obvious that ordinary people would never set foot here—in other words, the others from the Mystic Sect knew nothing about it.
The surface of the water in the vat had already frozen over. Through the ice, one could clearly see a white wax figure buried beneath the water.
After leaving the empire, the fear only intensified. Looking back now, that fear had been a fear of having no role. Although it had manifested as fear of the future, fear of leaving a familiar environment, fear that one’s family would be uprooted, and fear that one would never be able to improve one’s cultivation.
He Bing found himself somewhat in agreement. In any case, if the doctor approved, then they could go ahead with it. Sitting here idly every day was no solution.
Seeing that Li Longji had said everything he wanted to say and still looked so casual, Princess Taiping’s smile faded. She rose to her feet at once. Under the gaze of everyone present, she silently walked around the long table before her and proceeded step by step toward the person standing in the middle of the hall.
No, the issue needed to be reconsidered. The word “existence” should not be used. A false existence was, in fact, nonexistence. Perhaps “manifestation” would be a much better term.
The main casualties occurred during two stages: the first round of attacks by the Japanese puppet troops, and the tactical counterattack launched outside the city. But if one said that our forces had been dealt a crippling blow, that would be far from true. Still, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the tip of the blade had been bent. Fortunately, there were not many dead or seriously wounded; most of the casualties were minor injuries.
Shelly seemed to sense that her husband had clearly changed. It was as though… as though, for a moment, she no longer recognized him.
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The boundaries of all the Source Layers were the same: an endless expanse of darkness. Everyone had seen the boundary of the Infant-Spirit Layer, because it was so close. If one did not step into the river, then from a distance, all one could see between the two boundaries of the Infant-Spirit Layer was the width of a single River of the Netherworld.
Ayer and the Blood Clan stood facing each other, cause and effect opposed. A murderous aura almost froze the air between them.
“What are you doing? What have you done?” Ayer screamed at Michelle as though he had gone mad.
“Husband.” She rarely addressed Qing Ruiting that way, but those two words contained the deepest and most intense love and companionship. “Husband, look at me.” She wanted him to raise his head and face her.
A familiar, rich aroma rushed hotly into Demoss’s nostrils. It came from the kitchen bar—the rich black coffee prepared by his loyal attendant, Noah.
Li Tianyou’s eyes grew slightly moist. Jian Qing had cared for him like both a master and an elder; without Jian Qing, there would absolutely be no Li Tianyou as he was now.
Annie placed the storage case she had brought beside the bed and opened it. After putting on disposable gloves with Clara, she began to work, selecting the disposable instruments they could use.
Li Tianyou spoke inwardly. Although someone of Elder Han Xiaosheng’s stature, a Gold-Robed Elder, was holding down the fort, the situation in the Myriad Buddha Way was becoming increasingly unpredictable. The demon race had sent out so many experts at the demigod level that even Elder Han Xiaosheng might have difficulty resisting them.
Just as the two of them were preparing to collect some higher-grade Black Ice selectively, following Yang Yan’s example, Yang Yan suddenly stopped what he was doing.
However, Xie Mu did not know why he had this feeling. It was merely a feeling—not a state of mind, consciousness, martial technique, or anything of the sort. It was simply a feeling. Thus, he did not know whether others experienced it as well, nor could he ask them.
“Daoist Priest, the second sheet of paper is a sword manual. It has the feel of a martial-arts novel. Could it be… a sword manual that has been lost for many years, like the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual or the Nine Solitary Swords? I would like to hear your opinion, Daoist Priest.”
Beside the hospital bed, Yan’er sat on a chair and told Captain Jiang and Captain Hua the true reason why Zhang San’s wife had threatened her, and why Zhang San still refused to reveal where the ancient painting had been hidden.
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Not long before, relying on the powerful spiritual soul of the gray-robed Body Spirit—whose strength rivaled that of a great cultivator in the Primordial Spirit Realm—he had swept his divine sense across the surrounding area and learned in advance that two Soul-Refining Realm demon beasts were rushing at full speed from the west.
The other party was clearly taken aback. At the point where his palm touched the Immortal-Piercing Spear, waves of black mist surged forth, and faint black flames began to burn.
Fireballs kept flying out of the paper lantern, trying to burn the Jade Spirit seated inside the sedan chair, whose soul had long since left its body. Outside the sedan chair, Phoenix Girl was fighting the two paper figures. When she saw the fireballs fly out, she hurriedly retreated, then spun around and waved her long sleeves, blocking the two paper figures.
“Don’t even think about succeeding!” Fang Qiaoqiao cried out. She actually floated forward fearlessly to meet him and struck out with her palm as well, but the difference in strength between them was simply too great. Before she could even approach Dong Cheng, she was sent flying, blood staining the ground.
Xie Mu stamped his foot and leapt steadily down from the mechanical man, landing on the ground. But the instant he touched down, his face turned pale as paper. The hand gripping the blade began to tremble, and even Lonely Bamboo reverted to the dagger it had been at the very beginning.
Mo Wantong turned, walked to one side of the hospital bed, climbed directly into her own blankets, and closed her eyes in feigned sleep with her back to Tang Zhazha.
Faced with the Puppet Angel’s highly targeted attacks, even if the Blood Knight and the Crimson Knight could once again use the defensive skills they had just employed, they would still be unable to protect their teammates successfully.
Others might not know, but as Su Shenzhi’s closest ally, how could he possibly be unaware? The concept comprehended by the First Apostle Shaga was unquestionably an extraordinarily abnormal ability. If that were truly the case, then the battle before them might have lost all meaning.
The five people who had come before Chen Mo had all used various special means to enter the place. Not a single one had forced their way in as Chen Mo had.
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