"Li Yang isn't the mole?"
The rain fell harder and harder. The voices of human hearts could not be heard, and the desire to persevere would eventually be released, like this heavy rain, pouring down on the world.
Su Rimou, Zhen Zhen, Lian Jin, and Gong Qing followed separately from behind. As expected, they saw them throw the corpse into the disposal pit and then leave with great fanfare.
In the following days, Mu Feng was like a walking dead man, muddled for a week. During these days, Xiao Ran took extremely gentle and meticulous care of her, even feeding her bite by bite while holding her on his lap.
He saw a stone pillar protruding from the platform, one meter high, with a bowl-thick top, on which rested a 'jade' slip.
"I'm fine. I'll pretend I didn't hear it." Lin Mo Bai's voice was tinged with a smile. This made the other three present, excluding Leng Yue, extremely embarrassed.
The so-called Netherworld Earth Fire, legend has it, is the fire from the Celestial Realm. Once, a Great Sage of the demon race with boundless magical power kicked over the Eight Trigrams Furnace, the supreme treasure of the Celestial Realm, causing the Celestial Fire to descend to the mortal world and form the Flaming Mountain. Later, Xuanzang, on his journey to the West, introduced the celestial fire of the Flaming Mountain into the Underworld, thus becoming the Netherworld Earth Fire, specifically used to refine the malevolent spirits in hell.
Upon hearing Han Xin's concern, Ji Shenke immediately began packing his belongings, preparing to depart for Qi to assess the situation.
"Now, you won't have to worry about rushing around for your mother and fiancée." With the added crime of being an accomplice to murder, even a suspended sentence would be waived. After all, who could know his exact whereabouts except those closest to him?
Before dinner, Ji Wushuang returned to the Ji residence punctually. Accompanying him was that fellow, Ken.
Elder Yi looked stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. "How could it be you? How could it be..." Elder Yi staggered back a couple of steps.
Some admired Mo Fan, while others were unconvinced. They were all peak demon generals; how could this single move win them over? At this moment, they wished to use Ming Ying's power to thoroughly test how much strength Mo Fan possessed.
The general's expression softened considerably, and his attitude towards the group was no longer as fierce. However, he still escorted them back to the military camp.
A cry of pain rang out. The sky-filled sword energy, like a divine miracle, returned to unity. Bi Liuer stood gracefully in place, her long sword pointing diagonally to the ground. A trace of crimson flowed down from the sword tip.
However, Ji Mo also displayed astonishing skill. With a single flying sword, it transformed into an invisible sword light, directly piercing the forehead of a deity. Blood spurted out, and the corpse fell to the ground.
Thunder Crystal is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, born from the essence of thunder and lightning, containing extremely violent thunderous power. To obtain this Thunder Crystal, Yan Ting himself went through countless perils and arduous efforts to barely acquire it. For this, several prodigies of the Purple Thunder Sect were tragically killed and expelled from the Cang Huang Realm.
Regardless, the priority was to settle these 19 individuals. As long as they didn't cause trouble or run off, the subsequent atonement work could be discussed at length.
"Since you have made your decision, then die." Gu Xinghun said with a chilling laugh, showing no intention of persuasion.
The bronze armor once again radiated brilliance, and this time it was exceptionally dazzling. The cracks within the armor were resplendent with light, and a powerful divine energy fluctuation surged out.
"Tree Demon, what are you so arrogant about? Our Long Teng senior brother could kill you with a single sword. If you continue to provoke us like this, you're just seeking your own death," Liu Feng said coldly.