Chapter 102: The Heavenly Mechanism Clear and Unobstructed, Doubts (1/2, three thousand words)

After Chen Daoxuan let out a great laugh like Xiong Gang.

One Way suppresses ten thousand Ways.

In an instant, the Thunder Great Dao Power spanning over ten million li was completely condensed by him.

"Boom—boom—boom!"

Thunder shattered space-time, suppressing ten thousand Daos.

The Mystic Dharma true body between his twin palms shattered inch by inch.

The innate true spirit contained within the true body shattered even more directly, merging into the depths of the Great Dao; the true-spirit Dao embryo that existed together with the Great Dao also shattered along with it, vanishing

A-Shui gently shook her head, her gaze turning toward Jiangnan: there lived the person she yearned for day and night, the person she hated to the bone, the person she owed a debt of gratitude. As for herself, she had only two empty sleeves, only a heart full of hatred.

That night after leaving the palace, she managed to stay at an inn for two nights with some silver she had, but because thieves broke into the inn where she stayed last night, all the silver on her was stolen by the thieves; having no silver left, she had no choice but to pack her bundle and leave the inn.

His words were concise and crisp, with nothing hidden or covered up; he gave a brief report on how the breach in the Deer Mountain Embankment had occurred, how it was handled, and the final outcome of the handling.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak…" Zhao Haipeng opened the door and turned on the light, only to see the yellow weasel from last night in the yard limping as it circled the pomegranate tree, trying several times to climb up to the tree hollow only to fall back down.

Nie Zhenbang's words made the leaders of the provincial station and the Propaganda Department head Wei Lin, who stood beside him, all burst into laughter; the atmosphere in the entire venue appeared extremely harmonious and amicable.

To the death, neither side yielding; no one knew how the hatred between the two sides had reached such a pitch, each wanting the other dead — now it all came down to who would have the last laugh.

At exactly seven in the morning, a hospital ship of the Russian fleet and two armed merchant ships of the Japanese fleet met fifty nautical miles northeast of Zhenhai Bay in the Tsushima Strait.

"If you don't mind, would you come and attend me?" So noble in bearing, yet the words she spoke sounded almost like a plea.

However, these countless divine beasts and auspicious beasts fluttering all over the sky gave Zhang Shaofei a sense of unreality.

As the escaping light dispersed, a youth in a purple long gown with an ordinary face revealed himself, and directly sat cross-legged on a flat large bluestone at the mountaintop, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

At this moment the actions of the two had already been watched by many people; the auras the two emitted did not laugh — why say so? Because after everything was done, Xu Yang's face once again showed what he considered a kindly smile. Yu Guangsheng also smiled as he waited for Xu Yang to speak about the house he had built. Xu Yang naturally would not disappoint the other party.

Several hundred gazes stared fixedly at Yun Tianyang, stupefied as wooden chickens. The aura and might continuously emanating from within Yun Tianyang's body simultaneously stirred an extreme, intense fear in everyone's heart, an instinctive dread.

"Doctor Chen Ling, aren't you being far too arrogant and far too excessive? You should be clear about your own status!" Lin Zixuan coldly shouted.

There were quite a few powerful individuals in Caesar's party; Richard and the others were also protected by the divine arts of Quicksand and Ios, so they entered the third layer very smoothly.

What lay before them was the ruined site of a once-flourishing Buddhist sect — after all, the growth of a sect also required resources; if a sect declined, even if born in Buddhist soil, it could not survive. Within the temple were many Buddha statues, some solemn and dignified, some kind and benevolent, and others with terrifying faces.

Everyone listened very attentively, and roughly figured out what the fire energy in the spirit card in their hands was actually used for.

Seeing his parents' faces turn ugly, Xu Yang's mood also turned extremely foul; combined with the fact that Xu Yang had not the slightest good feeling toward this Yang Zheng, the fury in his heart grew stronger and stronger — but it was only anger, not yet to the point of making him become a different person.

At first Yang Fan thought it was a mural, something specially added when the coffin was being crafted, but whether in terms of craftsmanship or the position of the "mural," it didn't look at all like something deliberately prepared.