Chapter 1264: The Battle of the Zhu Que Altar

The Zhu Que Altar is the oldest sacrificial altar used by the primitive tribes of the entire Zhu Que Mountain Range to worship the ancient Zhu Que deity.

This altar lies at the deepest heart of Zhu Que Mountain, protected by a deep gorge, with countless ridges forming outer barriers, each etched with ancient sacred runes.

For unknown reasons, this altar has long been abandoned, and no one has offered sacrifices to it for an unfathomable length of time.

Even its exact location has been erased from all tribal records.

As Han Ming smiled and opened the passenger-side door, Yang Jun felt the car's temperature drop instantly, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

"Hey, but tell me, haven't you noticed yourself—how you used to be with that dog Lin Shen?"

Ji Qingwu put down the last cultivation technique, stretched lazily, and began strolling slowly toward the gate.

At this moment, Yan Shijing's gaze was not on them; instead, he looked in another direction—the very direction Ji Qingwu had run off toward.

"Hehe, I really wonder if Yi Ting came from the Federation's special forces—you can even recognize a W formation." The Leopard King had begun to like and admire Yi Ting's combat style.

She tapped into her recent calls—a long list of phone numbers made her head ache, not a single label among them.

After listening, Yi Ting rubbed his chin but said nothing immediately; Fang Zhou immediately pulled up the list of Federation seawater desalination plants.

He had already sent the Imperial Physicians to investigate; Liu Chuyue's body indeed contained a unique poison, one none of the Imperial Physicians could cure.

Relying on vague memories in her mind, Liu Wanwan sketched the general outline of the cliff—steep walls, withered trees, barren grass.

Regardless, he has already learned to block this move; his research into psychic abilities is already several tiers ahead of us.

His aura, once as towering as a majestic mountain, vanished instantly, and his lifeless body collapsed onto the ground.

His hard-won composure unconsciously met Jia Yue's gaze—and shattered instantly, collapsing completely.

"Fool!" The child among the cultivators darkened his gaze; with the Chiwen Mirror shattered, he had no reason to stay here.

"Let's go." After waking Tu Shan Hong, Qin Wuyan led Tu Shan Hong slowly crawling toward the possible entrance.

Zhou You couldn't help muttering those words—they described the power attained after reaching the third realm of the Shennong Medical Classic.

He hadn't expected that, in fact, he possessed some innate talent for alchemy; though alchemy and medicine share common ground, their execution is entirely different.

"Mo'er, Uncle Wen speaks truly! When I arrived with my men, I scoured the outer edges of Tianfa Forest—every place showing signs of battle, I checked—but I found no trace of Uncle Wen Two or Uncle Wen Three. Now I think, they must have each found their own destiny." Dong Lan Jiuyan spoke.

It was the raw power of the Sword of Fury that repelled Hei Fu the Immortal; with Chen Meng's true strength, he would have been utterly dominated by Hei Fu. Chen Meng directly asked the system if there was a training mode, and the system's reply satisfied him greatly.

Hua Yunfei and John were also inside the inner chamber; Hua Yunfei was explaining to John some things he had learned from Zhou You.

The Elven Elder, gripping the "Spear of Judgment," watched him too, his eyes filled with sorrow—not for Middle's death, but for the fate of the Ancient Wood Elves.

As the ultimate Fire Spirit Vein, Qin Jingyuan was the Lord of Flame; what were the heavens' rare fires to him? They could not harm him in the slightest.

During the Liang Dynasty of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Emperor Wu of Liang revered Buddhism and ordered the construction of countless temples; after each was completed, he summoned the great painter Zhang Sengyao to paint murals. This master painted four golden dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling, so lifelike they drew gasps of wonder—but these four dragons lacked eyes.

In Li Mu's world, people originally created various cards by imitating the patterns on Card Beasts, then used Card Devices to analyze the cards, with Energy Cards powering them for battle.

This inexplicable place seemed to have slipped beyond his control. He did not know where he was, nor who he was. The ancient road stretched endlessly; a wave of sorrow welled in his heart.

"Hah, enough talking—let's keep going! This time I'm changing positions!" Sun Zhuo excitedly pulled her onto the floor.

The guests had never seen such a performance blending delicate beauty with overwhelming might; applause erupted like thunder.

But the man with the mustache and several henchmen nearby refused to accept it—how could their boss wait? The mustached man stepped forward first, ready to teach Li Mu a lesson.

If three were on the field simultaneously, each follower's stats became 1/5/3. From stats alone, this rivals many two-star cards—though lacking additional skills.

Otherwise, Baicao Mountain always has herbs with longer ages and stronger effects—why waste time and a mid-grade Spirit Stone every day?

Tang Luo said something to Zhou Qian, took the whiskey bottle from her hand, and weighed it in his palm.

"Got it—I'll reply to her: we'll attend the auction a month from now." Song Qing said excitedly; he had doubted whether Song Li would even come to this spectacle—if Song Li didn't go, he'd feel too awkward to attend himself.

"Die!" Yuan Changshou, seeing Song Li slip through his attacks like an eel and land surprise stabs on him, felt his fury and killing intent explode; roaring, he slammed his right foot hard against the ground.

Though the weather was scorching, her body was icy cold—yet beads of sweat, as large as beans, broke out across her skin and forehead; she suffered terribly, yet forced herself to endure.