Chapter 929: The Flow of Spells

Elder Yi was stunned.

"What is this thing?"

He then immediately caught on: "An illusion body technique? This child actually has this kind of inheritance too? Where on earth did he learn it?"

Elder Yi's expression turned solemn, and he got serious as well.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he spotted Mo Hua, who had fled to the edge of the Dao Law Chamber. He immediately stepped into the Yi family's ancestral Yi-Shu Six-Combination Step, covering several zhang in a single stride, his figure uncanny as he closed in on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's Water Shadow Phantom Body had just faded

Just then, a tiger's roar suddenly rang out, breaking the deadlock in the valley and drawing the attention of the five great experts present.

Regardless, since there was no need to worry about the monsters being slaughtered to the last one, things would be much easier for Lei Jie from here on. He only needed to return to the entrance, and those "cow" monsters would naturally stream in one after another to their deaths.

The family head, Nangong Jue, took the central seat of honor. Contrary to his usual stern demeanor, he revealed a rare smile.

"Let's head back first, so those old fellows won't worry!" Lei Jie walked sullenly into the teleportation gate located in the middle of the Razor Ridge camp, returning to the planet Barluntan of the Dark Star Domain Tribal Clan.

But just at that moment, a figure suddenly darted out from a nearby thicket, swinging a shield and delivering a heavy blow that knocked out the remaining lucky one, interrupting his rescue.

Xiao Chengfeng's strength was absolutely formidable—among the older generation of Liujiazhuang, he was renowned, a young outstanding talent of the region. Otherwise, the old village chief would never have chosen him to be the strongest trump card by Liu Hualong's side.

Besides, weren't the two of them already close enough? If she moved any further forward, wouldn't that mean she'd be sitting right in his lap?

On ordinary days, when out killing monsters and cultivating, the terrain was complex and vast, so professionals rarely ran into each other. Even if they did, if one side wanted to flee, the complex terrain made it easy to shake off the enemy, so there was simply no need to worry about being wanted.

Muxue, who was still squatting on the ground savoring the delicious taste, was called out by Gu Chen. Her upright ears pricked even higher. Upon seeing Gu Chen in the air, a flash of joy crossed her large purple eyes. Then she wagged her tail, and her tongue, stained with the golden blood of the Golden Crow, kept darting in and out of her dog mouth.

Immediately after, an entire cup of unknown liquid was poured all over Jiang Cheng Ce's body, and a strong smell of gasoline instantly evaporated from it.

"There's nothing to teach, but your strength really is too weak—I'd hope you don't hold us back." Zhang Jie said without the slightest courtesy.

Xu Minmin let out a panicked scream, her hands flailing about. Suddenly, her whole body stiffened and her hand movements came to an abrupt halt, because she had touched a person's body temperature—the kind of a person who wasn't wearing clothes.

The man looked to be in his fifties, with slightly white hair, dressed in a military uniform. The two general stars on his shoulders hinted at his military rank.

Following the great spirit of "the Taoist friend dies, not the poor Daoist," Jin Haozhong very nimbly gathered the subordinates still able to fight, then led the way toward Feng Peng's lair.

In the spiritual space, there was no such thing as the passage of time, and Shi Tian did not know how many days had gone by. Not wanting to delay the appointed time, Shi Tian retracted the five ancient artifacts into his body, fixed his direction, opened up a spatial passage, and headed toward the gathering place in J City.

Holding the warm cup, Yun Xi raised an eyebrow, casting a casual glance at the man opposite her, her red lips curved in a gentle, faint smile.

Deep within his eyes, azure light flowed. The Azure Cloud Sword in his hand transformed into a streak of brilliant sword-light, layered sword shadows stacking as he thrust it out fiercely.

His face was pale and bloodless, and in this short while a large patch of fresh red had gathered beneath his feet. Seeing this scene, the disciples below the stage—whether inner disciples or true lineage disciples—were deeply shaken, gaze after gaze filled with admiration.

In her previous life, she had given everything for Han Yaotian, stopping at nothing. That was the hardest-working, bravest, and yet also the most foolish thing she had ever done in her past life.