Chapter 1229: Corpse

The Bone-Slaying Evil God was slain by Mo Hua's full-power Great Void Sword of Divine Annihilation, his will dissolving into smoke.

Mo Hua resembled a divine beast "Taotie," swallowing all that smoke into his belly.

But he did not eat it now; he planned to purify it with the calamity lightning on the Dao Stele first, then devour the evil god completely.

With the death of the Bone-Slaying Evil God, the nightmare began to collapse.

The surrounding scenery twisted; cracks appeared in the dream of malevolent thoughts.

"Who?" The other side did not react, seemingly unable to imagine anyone would dare to do such a thing.

A tall figure silently walked to Hong Yuan's side and sat cross-legged, his body muscular, holding a two-thousand-jin totem pole, yet moving without a sound.

"Husband, have you treated your wound?" Guan'er suddenly remembered that Prince Jing had been wounded by the crab demon.

The unique power fluctuation grew stronger; Hong Yuan slowed his speed as he glided toward the Poisonous Dragon Camp, secretly scanning the surroundings. After not long, he finally spotted his target.

"Xi'er, the river water here really works, but the water level is too low," the nanny said, stepping a few paces toward the river's center.

So when the first customer paying the fine entered, he saw a black-faced traffic bureau officer.

"Huh? Is that so?" Rong Gui immediately stopped powering off, tried emptying his mind for a moment—and indeed, his dizziness vanished. After searching for a while, he finally spotted the text "Remaining Energy: 79%," and finally relaxed.

On the night of the ambush against the secretary Tang Fude, the vampire bats numbered only two thousand, and many were lost in the fierce battle—at least a third killed by the guards. Now, they've increased to over three thousand—only a few days have passed?

Now, seeing Hong Yuan suddenly visit, Bao Chihu instinctively felt a terrible premonition, fearing Hong Yuan would cause another great disaster—he was truly afraid.

A long, pale hand held the Wang Su Sword, then powerful true qi flooded into Wang Su; the awakened sword seemed to stir to life, emitting a faint blue glow along its blade.

He had clearly responded too—in that moment of her loss of control, had he wished it, she could not have refused—but he did nothing.

Cao Cao could launch campaigns against regional warlords under the Son of Heaven's name; the warlords could likewise claim to act on the Son of Heaven's secret edict, condemning Cao Cao as a traitor.

She wanted to shake awake her husband beside her, but no matter how she struggled, her limbs felt bound by iron chains, immobile.

This top-grade raw stone had a far greater chance of yielding green jade and high-quality emerald than any other raw stone in the jade shop.

Lü Fengyu grew angrier, coldly snapped, thinking Shi Andong was an idiot—couldn't he even recognize Qin Tian's identity now?

For Xu Chuan, this should have been a certain death, yet he somehow escaped death time and again.

For a man like Qin Tian, she naturally admired him—even loved him—but some things still required fate.

At this moment, Ye Feng, having arranged everything, returned to the ward and sat before his mother lying on the hospital bed.

Wang Fangchao was stunned, as if his secret had been exposed; he immediately lowered his head, his face flushed red, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Though this campaign against Zhang Xiu failed, Cao Cao ultimately ambushed Zhang Xiu's forces and regained some face.

"Wait a moment—do you mean me when you say that barely acceptable assistant?" Tang Peng arrived just in time, hearing Cheng Shuai's words.

No one answered him. Before his eyes lay only a brilliant river of stars. Within the star river, dark shadows seemed to drift. He blinked—and saw the star river fading. Yet as it faded, he noticed that several bright stars hidden within it had grown even brighter.

Faith energy is generated within this world from the thoughts of living beings—a thing that defies heaven, surpassing the will of the Dao. Logically, such faith should not be monopolized by a single life—but this world somehow produces such things anyway.

Cao Gang, seizing the advantage, struck like a wolf pouncing on a wounded beast; after speaking, he leapt upward and slashed fiercely at Zhao Youfu, who lay on the ground.

Su Hairong and Tang Yu were both university professors; they were only busy preparing lessons and teaching, leaving them relatively free time. Moreover, Su Meng felt she should learn from her mother how to raise a child.

"Captain, their packages," the adjutant swallowed hard, pointing to the packages on the corpses before him.

But the car had only reached halfway when Zhang Sheng received a phone call, which immediately panicked him.

The farther Su Teng drove eastward, the steeper the slopes became. Though all roads were asphalt, those seeing such terrain for the first time—even those long accustomed to plains—found it astonishing; these highways were a sight never before encountered.

He was not afraid of them; he simply still had to visit his fourth senior brother and did not wish to waste time with them.

After this silence of over ten seconds, the reporters finally came to their senses and erupted into a clamor.

"Is it safe for us to be out now? Will it interfere with your affairs?" Qin Jinyu asked Su Heng anxiously.

The man's expression was as cold and still as water, as if unwilling to address the question—or unable to answer it.

Ordinary low-grade zombies possessed no spiritual awareness and could only act under control, yet such low-grade zombies made up the majority of the zombie army; thus, the Corpse God scattered disciples of the Corpse God Sect throughout the ranks to guide the zombies.