Chapter 1093: The Strange Smile

Not only Master Xun, but also some Void-Exploration Ancestors within the hall who had studied the Art of Heavenly Mechanism and possessed karmic intuition, as well as Sister Situ, the Grand Elder of Xuanji Valley, all sensed something—turning their gazes afar, their bodies turned icy, pupils trembling.

A chilling aura, forged from a vast scale of "omen of death," made their hearts shudder.

…

And at the core of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

Master Tu, who was rechecking the Blood Sacrifice Array's formation, also felt a sudden chill in his heart and quiver in his flesh.

He

Under the guidance of Black Heaven's Nine Turns, several special acupoints on his hands and feet began to loosen; wave after wave of Dark Primordial Force intensified its assault—until Yang Chong felt his body on the verge of collapse, and then, suddenly, those acupoints transformed one after another into primordial vortices.

"Ling, from now on, if you kill a zombie and circumstances allow, I want all those stones." She turned to look at Bai Ling, who was driving, speaking in the haughty tone she'd adopted in her past life.

Bai Ling had been vigilantly observing her surroundings, seeing only a flash of shadow without pausing to examine it—yet her gaze was drawn to the zombie locked inside the counter nearby.

After brief contact and negotiation between the two sides' war heralds, each returned to their own ranks; the An Su Legion's horns blared again—this battle was now unavoidable.

"Is that so?" Jialan's killing intent flared; a powerful spiritual force shot from his eyes, targeting the back of You Yitian's skull.

They spoke loudly and laughed boisterously; for them, nothing held more meaning than unrestrained revelry.

"Is that so? If you truly envy it, then work hard to improve your strength! Perhaps soon, you'll possess such power—hah!" Huan Tian De laughed triumphantly.

Andre and Alan were both surprised. The First Elder normally did not receive anyone except Elders and Administrators, and the First Elder's affairs differed from those of the two Administrators—generally, he did not manage mercenaries.

"Enough," Beichuan said. "You two have been fellow disciples for so many years—can't you ever stop arguing?"

So in this sense, Li Gui and Zejin were clearly fated; Zejin's accidental stumble into Peach Blossom Spring may have been heaven's design—and Zejin even became best friends with Li Gui's only disciple, Son of Heaven Peak.

This was a row of villas, inhabited by people of considerable status; when the doorbell rang, the door was naturally opened by a maid.

As for the extent of it, Zhou Ruijie dared not yet draw a conclusion—but she knew their relationship had clearly surpassed mere concern between classmates.

Wu Feng's heart leapt with joy, yet his face bore a trace of distress; seeing Wu Feng's expression, Lan Ling'er's heart lurched.

Su Yunhe pursed his lips, wanting to say more—but hearing her say this, he let it go.

But now, seeing this perverted killer about to strike her, she was afraid—afraid that if she died, she would never see Ouyang again.

"Come see how pitiful you look! Well? Come with me? This kind of man is utterly unworthy of you—why won't you give up?" Chu Feichen frowned, staring at the drunkard on the ground with envy in his eyes.

In an instant, the figures vanished completely; even though they lacked Star Map fragments, their escape speed was identical.

Changjin wrote, saying the Purple Wisteria Death Slash had returned to the Death Sentence Valley, and they had found its entrance—but could not enter, as if sealed shut.

On the fifth day, they arrived at Dashan. Here, Zhu Yan finally saw a change: the weather instantly reverted to its original state—the mountain wind howled, and the air temperature plummeted abruptly.

Ye Yingfan resumed his cultivation, planning to take some villagers to Dashan again tomorrow to continue gathering herbs and silver ear fungus.