Chapter 125: Bestowing the Thunder Seed Again

Moments later, the light dispersed.

Daoist Mingyu felt the warmth within his body gradually cool, yet he himself seemed much lighter.

But at this moment, he was still immersed in the Talisman Arts Gu Zhao had just wielded; his old eyes were not dim at all, but rather surprised and curious, as if suddenly seeing a new toy.

Daoist Mingyu was a senior of the Celestial Master Mansion and had once dueled with a shaman in his youth; he was certainly no person lacking in experience.

Yet even so, Ming

"Fortunately, this energy is not too fierce; otherwise, even your life would be lost." Old Zhu said with some reproach, then continued: "Gather all the Great Sun Dharma Essence in your arm, then use your strongest magic power through the meridians of your arm to force this energy out of your body."

Under Lin Qingfan's nervous gaze, she successfully passed through the strands of chaotic qi hanging down and ascended the Dao platform.

Finally stabilizing the situation before them, Lin Feng and the others returned to the ground, feeling the moonlight shine upon their bodies; it was hard to say whether the feeling was good or bad.

In the corner, Ren Tian lay on the tree trunk, seemingly fast asleep. But seeing his eyelids fluttering slightly revealed he was pretending.

Stabilizing his stance, Hu Gao looked at the Blood Light Snake in shock. At this very moment, he could clearly feel that the Blood Light Snake was becoming anxious, as if something in front of it was something it absolutely had to obtain.

Tang Jiahui shook her head; lying down all day made her not hungry, and with the nutrient solution keeping her going, food had no taste, so it was better not to eat.

Chu Xixi's family situation was also somewhat gloomy; it was not that anything bad had happened, but because everyone was discussing how to help Lin Feng. Without him, something would inevitably go wrong somewhere; if not properly dealt with, who knew what would happen next.

Liu Ying hurried forward to block his father, and their hands accidentally clasped together in the confusion; immediately, they quickly let go, each shifting their gaze awkwardly. Although both wanted to find an excuse to leave, they could not think of one at the moment.

"Things like Minghuizi are very hard to mature. If I am not mistaken, the Minghuizi in this world are already nearly exhausted." Pu Zhao sighed.

Li Qingmei, who failed to stop Shu Jiao, was the closest one besides Shu Jiao; seeing this, her pupils shrank in fright, and she let out a piercing scream.

"There really was someone who thought so; unfortunately, that person obtained no wish and died suddenly in the cave, never to come out again." Feng Jiuniang explained.

It was just that the players had not yet grown, and their coordination with each other was a disaster; achieving such results was not strange.

"This is my prerequisite." Su Yan directly cut off Fang Yuwei's words and spoke calmly.

The court officials were originally somewhat restless, but they feared that if they did anything, Shu Jiao would bring it up at the grand court assembly the next day, so they dared not do anything.

During this period, with their strength facing the Independent Brigade, they had absolutely no ability to fight back.

"Return to the city; today's mission is complete! It is almost night; rest well! Continue tomorrow!" Shijiu was very satisfied with today's harvest.

That was a huge archway; the three large characters "Ghost Gate Pass" on it were emitting a faint blood-red light, with a chilling yin energy. Carved on the archway were the terrifying, fierce faces of Yama and ghosts; seeing them from afar made one's heart tremble.

After Yan Lie finished notifying, the other peak God Kings appeared as well; the crowd led the great army and entered the front lines of the battlefield.

This was related to the filming technique of movies; Old Jia liked to use long takes and empty shots, which perfectly scratched that sensitive spot in Western audiences' hearts. Lou Ye's style could also attract a batch of viewers.

Whether facing acquaintances or strangers, Xiao Huaijin's image was always steady and cold; basically, anyone who knew him dared not approach him easily. Now, he suddenly spoke so many words at once; one could imagine his mood was not very beautiful.