Chapter 225: Using Love to Save Nagini

Su Qing was dumbfounded by this ridiculous method; when could his thing purify curses? He had little education and truly didn't know about this.

"Don't doubt it, I'm telling the truth."

Seeing Su Qing dazed, Yao knew what he was thinking and explained: "Your bloodline is very special, possessing divinity; ordinary people who drink your blood can increase their lifespan, let alone other things."

"What? I've become Tang Sanzang!"

Xiang Feiyu had no time to worry about the tense situation below, looking at the opponent's Heaven-Supporting Giant Sword, he spoke without fear.

"Who... who are you?" the middle-aged man asked, his voice trembling as he gripped an iron wrench.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly didn't know what she had thought of; she waved her hand, and a gust of wind rose in the woods, instantly scattering the broken branches and leaves before her.

"Hand these three folding fans to Qi Feng, and let him add some materials and refine them." Fan Wu instructed.

"Master, ahead some mountain villagers are blocked from entering the city because they can't pay the entry fee; the corpse of the magic beast they're carrying blocks the entrance." The steward replied.

Upon sensing our arrival, many cultivators involuntarily turned their gazes toward us; feeling the faint spiritual power emanating from these people, I was startled to find that most of those seated here were True God Realm experts, while cultivators like us at the Void God Realm made up only about a third.

She had no intention of returning to her old trade, after all she could only stay here for about a year; just hunting would be enough for the Wu clan to live comfortably, and once Su Qiya was brought back to change Su Liya's life, she could leave directly; if she practiced medicine, no one could inherit her practice.

If they don't come, fine; but if they dare to scheme against me... hehehe... Xiang Feiyu silently sneered in his heart.

Su Yihu had never suffered such humiliation in his life; he trembled with anger, pointing at Dongfang Yi, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

The other team members naturally also found it unbelievable, but they were just teammates, not like Captain Yang Yu, and since they weren't from the same department, it was hard to say anything.

"Alright, I'll go find the Grand Elder now." Saying that, Su Yang returned to the tribe together with the Beast Barbarian.

Chen Yang asked himself: within two years, having grown to the level of the Inner Court Head, he still lacked absolute confidence.

A Bao actually just wanted to scam some benefits from the mother and child, like tips; hearing that the mother and child had fallen for it, A Bao planned to continue, but when A Bu came over and slapped him twice on the back of the head, he was knocked sideways.

"Bang!" Su Yang clenched his fist hard; instantly the crocodile's whole body burst open, its torn flesh and blood spraying like raindrops in all directions—with just that blow, the crocodile was dead beyond death.

Although Su Yang still had the Myriad Life technique, it truly consumed too much stamina; Su Yang estimated he could use it at most three times before reaching his limit. And once his stamina was exhausted, that also signaled that his breakthrough had reached its end.

It had also become a plain-bodied treasure; that is, as long as one's cultivation is sufficient, it can be used at any time.

"Master Withered Wood, what is this?" Su Yang wondered, not understanding why Master Withered Wood had brought him to this place.

This too is a characteristic of the Kunlun Sect's decisiveness; after all, it originates from West Marvel, including the Discussing Purple Myriad Leaves Hand, which appears as a sky-full of palm shadows but is actually misleading, the true killer hidden within.

The first thing Ye Feng did was turn it off, disabling the Evolution Box's first function so it no longer released its refining power.

"Cough." Feng Lan gave an embarrassed clearing of his throat; he really couldn't stand Hua Yuzhi's highly offensive, predator-like gaze. Unfortunately, this is also someone Feng Lan can't afford to offend—one third of Storm City's jobs and a large portion of its tax revenue come from this fatso.