Chapter 1052

Thus, Song Jian, the prodigy of Duanjin Gate, along with his fifteen elite disciples, were all "recruited" under Mo Hua's command.

Mo Hua laid down three rules with them:

"First, this is a demonic array—evil and perilous. Do exactly as I say. What I say goes, and if you disobey, your death is your own doing."

"Second, I will give each of you an array. Use it to seal your consciousness gate—never remove it, or—"

Although Jiang Jingsong knew Old Chen was utterly useless, some of his affectionate gestures still warmed his heart. Sometimes he wondered: if his own parents had been normal people, how happy he might have been. But all of that had been destroyed by that bastard Shen Ta. Thinking of this, Jiang Jingsong clenched his fists tighter.

Games are just like this—mystical. Even though the official said there's no hidden luck stat, players still firmly believe characters have hidden luck. Just like how the glass shard blue post claimed boss drops depend on the first person to enter the dungeon, players refused to believe it and insisted boss drops depend on who loots the corpse.

"Decide this battle—you know what I mean!" Yang Mu spoke coldly, his voice utterly devoid of emotion. With his Wild Eyes fully open, he had truly gone mad.

He burned the treasure, Pear Blossom, into ash with a single flame—death before rebirth. Only Chen Dou, who cultivates all arcane artifacts, could conceive such a reckless idea.

Previously, had he failed to reclaim Taiyi Wood Essence today, he might have sunk into despair for a while, even affecting his cultivation progress during that time.

In fact, Yang Yan had never anticipated this: under the forging of Lei Ting's power, Yang Yan not only successfully brought his Xuan Ice Body to its peak, but also triggered a slight mutation—he now possessed some lightning effects.

And when Wang Yiren's wife returned to her parents' home, she no longer had to endure her sister-in-laws' glares. Though she never spoke of it, she was secretly delighted that her husband had made something of himself.

After eliminating Tie Feng La's original stone beast, everyone immediately switched focus to quelling Zhan Hun La. Since enmity was now stable, they could unleash full firepower.

Li Tianze is a mage—he has Flash, so he doesn't need to worry too much about this combo skill. Other short-range classes are on their own.

Old Chen snapped out of his memories, tears glistening in his eyes, but he tilted his head up, striving not to let his son see.

An electrician held a flashlight in the B1 level, gritting his teeth in resentment.

"Young Master Zhang!" Shen Zhi shouted, fearing Zhang Jing might do something outrageous.

"..." Chu Xin heard Zhao Lei's words inside and her face darkened instantly; her palm instinctively clenched tighter.

"All these years, this is your first time returning. Yu Qing, don't blame the Dao Master—back then… sigh!" The sentence trailed off into a sigh.

"Actually, the Lord has long known about the Shui family's situation—only…" Feng Ming's expression grew solemn.

The two entered the kitchen and sat down. Xiao Feng, the fifth brother, had lips curved in a near-perfect arc—as if he always carried a smile.

The stench of chicken farming became familiar after a few sniffs; last time it made me want to vomit, but today I ate heartily without any nausea.

He also couldn't help sniffing deeply at Mu Youzheng's body, wearing a look of utter intoxication—slightly perverted.

Su Changle always talked nonsense, but he trusted Zhuo completely. Hearing Zhuo's words, he immediately rushed toward Zhuo's location.

She didn't notice Shen Bihuan had already opened her eyes—her expression pained and furious. She clenched her fists and suddenly lunged behind Liu Pózi, ready to shove her hard—but Liu Pózi seemed to have eyes in the back of her head and dodged instantly.

Kang Longji disregarded his status and pressed his ear directly onto Zhou An's chest, as if listening for a heartbeat—but Zhou An had long since lost his pulse.

When the battle reached over a hundred moves, Qin Chuan pointed one finger at the gray-robed fat man's chest, using refined force to seal all his strength, rendering his body numb and powerless, then seized him.

But today's pajamas delivered a massive shock. Pajamas could be designed like this? Pajamas weren't just bulky and plain—they could be luxurious, noble too.

Wang Hai suddenly remembered that one of the side quests for this exploration mission was to protect the safety of exploration team members—each death would deduct 500 mutual aid points.

"He's a Xushi Peak cultivator. With only Rudao realm cultivation, it's nearly impossible to harm him," Hua Tian thought to himself.

The grand banquet hall was silent. Everyone knew the young lecturer had boasted he would brew a potent antidote for coma. Though no one knew if it was true, they still cooperated by falling quiet, trying not to disturb Jiutian's formulation.

She had been reincarnated countless times—even her combat skills, at the very beginning, were taught by him.

Seeing Ouyang Minghui's solemn expression, Chu Qingya abandoned the idea of leaving and sat down to wait for her to continue.

Seeing Qin Huo had no intention of mending ties with the Li family, Li Renjie's heart grew darker still, solidifying his resolve to never let the man succeed—if they lost Qin's support and still failed to fully ally with the Yuan family, the Li family's losses would be catastrophic.

Seeing Elder Yehe still scheming to trick him, Chu Qingya's expression darkened.

Liu Shi was puzzled, so Song Yiyi recounted how Song Yao had sent that soiled sachet. Liu Shi flew into a rage, her temper flaring—she nearly rushed out to beat someone.

Upon reaching the Golden Body realm, the Tribulation Crossing summons three types of tribulation lightning: the first is Lightening, the most common type for ordinary cultivators; the second is Red Lightning, crimson thunder with greater power, proving the cultivator's cultivation has risen so high that even heavenly thunder must upgrade.

Hearing Wang Xingxin speak so harshly, Heiwa stared silently at the bedridden Wang Xingxin, his face bruised and swollen. Then a coughing fit shook Wang Xingxin—his broken ribs throbbed painfully, beads of sweat the size of beans broke out across his forehead.