Chapter 971: Slaying Evil

Go.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and asked, "Can I bring someone else?"

He still wanted to save Elder Xun and the others.

Huang Shanjun said coolly, "I only have this one karmic tie with you, so I can only save you alone."

He was a deity, and a deity's nature was cold and indifferent; whether others lived or died was none of his concern.

Moreover, in his current state, he had no spare strength left to save anyone else.

Mo Hua shook his head. "Then forget it."

Until she confirmed her brother's safety and brought him back, she had no time to spare for her own future.

"The last ambush failed." In Du Qianjie's memory, it felt as if a century had already passed; he never expected it had only been a mere twenty days. And of those, eleven days had to be subtracted for his time spent organizing the Demon-Slaying Ten-Kill Art and adapting to his own body, which meant he had only been unconscious for nine days.

The current research was stuck at a bottleneck, especially because of his physical condition; Nezumi Masachika's research had almost ground to a halt.

As Cao Sheng's interrogation continued, the entire Yin Court fell deathly silent, while the illusory, twisted shadow in the air was like a sky-covering black curtain; its aura was so overwhelming that every mysterious person was trembling in fear.

"This is only part of the fighting force under my command. In the future, I will shelter Kaen Village. If you are willing, you can become a Law Saint or a Sword Saint." Su Yu nodded and said.

Hao Xingyue glared at Jun Jiuxin with a flushed face, wiped her mouth hard, and demanded angrily just what Jun Jiuxin was doing.

"Tomorrow is a day off." The four listened to Su Yu's words and were slightly taken aback; even though they had just earned merit, there was no need to take a day off immediately, was there?

"Go! It's not easy to get Teacher Wen to treat me to a meal, why wouldn't I go?" Following behind Wen Chulan, Qin Chao also left the esports club's main hall.

Especially after entering modernization, people possessed more advanced technology, making it easier to detect pyramids.

My hand wanted to pull back, but simply could not do so. Although it was extremely emaciated, the strength in its grip was extremely great.

Ying Tong looked at Ding Buer in confusion and asked. It was unknown whether Ying Tong was simply too naive, too close to see clearly as a player, and could not see through his own father's thoughts. If it had been Ying Zheng, the moment Ding Buer said this sentence, he would have reacted.

It is said that the Tang Dynasty's eminent monk Xuan Quan, on his way to Fujian Shaolin Temple to preach the sutras, passed through the "Min Capital" Fuzhou and stayed at an inn for the night. Coincidentally, on the other side of the wall, a high official's household was hosting guests with a feast of "Man Tan Xiang." The eminent monk caught the scent, drooled with desire, immediately abandoned his many years of Buddhist cultivation, and hopped over the wall to enjoy the "Man Tan Xiang." "Fo Tiao Qiang" (Buddha Jumps Over the Wall) was thus named.

The originally hopeful trainees saw the medical team member shake his head dejectedly, then collapse onto the ground.

"Alright." Zeng Kongling spoke very little, every word like gold. As a member of the Zeng family, he very plainly took out an unremarkable sword.

"But the people in the city can't take it anymore." At this moment, Tian finally understood that commanding an army was still not mature enough; facing problems, her mind immediately went into a panic.

Huo Diqiong was immediately shocked in his heart; the three words "Grand President" carried far too much intimidating power over him.

Knowing well that the opponent's strength was formidable, at this life-or-death moment, Prime Minister Turtle gritted his teeth and summoned the Dragon Emperor's Edict. The moment the edict appeared, Jin Guang shot into the heavens, transforming into a five-clawed golden dragon. The golden dragon stretched out its claws; the dragon's might was like a prison. Time and space, beneath this claw, seemed frozen. The Dao-Slaughtering giant palm of vital energy, beneath the dragon's claw, appeared so fragile and brittle that it perished at a single touch.

This underground cave was divided into front and rear spaces. Although the front space was also chillingly cold, it was not this cold; unfortunately, it was occupied by soul demons. The passage connecting the two spaces, like the second space, had frost covering its walls.

The two ignored the frenzied corpse puppets and ran at full speed toward the sealing platform. But before long, heart-wrenching screams came intermittently from that side, every single sound tugging at both their hearts.