Chapter 133: The Law Form of Lü Zu

A palm thunderbolt shattered the green-robed man’s protective ghost energy and nearly dispersed his ghostly form.

Compared to when he first arrived, Gu Zhao’s cultivation base had advanced rapidly; even in one-on-one combat, he would not be much weaker than the newly appointed Guardian Star Official Lou Jingu, let alone this century-old ghost.

Thus, the power of Gu Zhao’s palm thunderbolt was no longer comparable to before—he no longer needed to chant, could unleash it instantly with a thought, and could control its strength at will, making it either great or small.

The green-robed man

“Because it’s not a joke—it’s real. After all this time together, I don’t even know how I fell for you. I know I have special feelings for you. I want to be with you.” Wang Yino said all this in a rush.

Di Yunchen first took the fish he’d caught to the villa’s dining room and had someone prepare it for Tang Miaomiao to eat that night.

Meanwhile, far away, Ren Nanzhong stared blankly at the screen, unable to utter a single word for a long while.

Thus, the devil-style training began! Along the way, Jin Mu, wanting to test his martial arts, specifically sought out "Ghost Ouka" and killed and devoured him.

“Perhaps we should marry Chan’er off far away…” Lu Li felt that only by sending Lu Chan far from the capital, away from all these quarrels and intrigues, could she find peace and happiness.

Du Chunfeng’s voice suddenly rose, clearer in the now-silent night. Huang Ruoming was startled by his expression at that moment.

Li Zicheng could only fume helplessly because, during the capture of Xingyang, the defending troops had destroyed nearly all of Xingyang’s cannons.

He held the hemp rope and said, “I’m not stupid—I won’t let such a good opportunity slip away. But I don’t know why you’re doing this. I won’t bother figuring it out now—I’ll deal with it later.” With that, he ran off.

“Before this, why were you so curious about Feng Bayin?” Tohru asked Jin Mu.

“Sweep the floor.” To his surprise, he suddenly shoved the broom into my hands, turned, waved his sleeve, and left.

Since awakening, his passive skill, Extreme Ghost Sword Art: Cut Iron, has reduced defense, and his awakened active skill, Extreme Ghost Sword Art: Storm, has enhanced control and output, increasing damage by a clear sixty to seventy percent.

Normally, the authorities turn a blind eye to all the covert rivalries among factions; even if ordinary people are involved, as long as the impact isn’t too great, they pretend not to notice.

“Probably.” Qiu Changtian looked around, silently calling out to Kunlun Mirror, but received no reply.

Xiong Ge and the others were skeptical of Zhu Xiaohua’s words, but thinking of the consequences of rabies infection, none dared risk trying it.

The staff were astonished to see him buy a house outright without even viewing it, so generously.

“Brother, don’t be like this—I’m fine.” Luo Yuning felt helpless for the first time; facing this Luo Mingxuan, she knew he was blaming himself, but this matter had nothing to do with him.

On the scene, He Chen saw in Menji Shi’s eyes the calmness and dignity unique to Emperor Rider.

They imagined that the Seagull Photography Studio still had many undeveloped film rolls lying around, its business long since collapsed.

The Underworld has only one king; when Luo Chen, the new king, appears, Hu Fu must either submit or die.

Xuan Yuan Jin looked at the old wizard before him, clad in a wizard’s robe and hat, his face covered in thick facial hair, and spoke.

Shangguan Feng walked to his opposite side and said, “No more ‘later’—do it now.” With a light tug, the iron barrier between them bent instantly, revealing a wide enough gap for a person to pass through.

The crow snorted, his body vanishing again—but the next instant, the Lone Wolf thrust his blade straight into a large tree.

In Ling Qingyuan’s chambers, the moment she entered, she flung everything around her to the floor, her eyes filled with ferocity.

This isn’t about demotion—anyone knows how close the relationship must be if you let your wife make noodles for him.

Hong Lian had barely stepped out of her room when she saw a special message arrow embedded in her door.

Hearing this, Gui Moli’s face flushed red, but then she remembered Diao Bing’s ruthlessness a moment ago, and her body trembled, her eyes filled with inner conflict.

Lin Hao left his residence; whenever he unleashed his willpower, even its residual aura would destroy the surrounding celestial treasures and rare herbs, all of which he had painstakingly collected—he couldn’t bear to let them be destroyed, so he chose a remote location.

Qin Ke froze, his upper body still, but his footwork shifting from forward to backward—in the blink of an eye, he retreated behind a large tree, silently concealing his form.

Mei Luo led the Heavenly Palace Guards straight forward, dismantling the two “door gods” into piles of bones.

Ning Cuirui clearly didn’t want to be separated from Ye Zihan, but dared not defy her, so after much hesitation, she finally nodded in agreement.

Note: Written in 2016 in Fuyang, inspired by a lone, abandoned Mongolian wild donkey colt in the Birdsong and Flower Fragrance area of Yingshang.

By evening, Emperor Xuanwu received word of Xiao Ji’s final words, triggering a massive uproar—so severe it could destabilize the court.

Wen Zhiyu stared at him fixedly; even though Xiao Ji had already found a legitimate excuse, he could no longer utter it now.

“Gou, tell Zhang Guodong—he’s impressive, truly impressive—I won’t let him off!” With that, Qin Liwen hurried out.

Nan Yang Liluo and Bai Li Xingfeng watched Long Po leave, then returned to the barrier themselves.

Chen Jianghe felt a pang of despair; when Bian Yu lifted her butt, he knew exactly what kind of shit she was about to drop.

To get Dragon Flame to head to Shangjing again and distract Xiao Ran, he offered Dragon Flame a heavy promise.

Xiao Ran, his heart filled with mixed emotions, raised his hand and gently caressed Zhou Haiyan’s peach-like, rosy-cheeked face.

But Yi Lao took a different path: he lowered the temperature infinitely, combining it with nanotechnology to sustainably control neutron release at multiple points, thereby controlling nuclear fusion explosions.

She just couldn’t understand—most northerners prefer noodles; every time they make steamed buns or mantou, they prepare enough for two or three days, yet no one ever gets disfigured. Could her understanding of disfigurement differ from Bai Yating’s mother’s?

“It’s obvious, but you’re this old and still haven’t found someone to date—no wonder others laugh at you,” Sun’s father said.

As the saying goes, risk it all and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle—Gui Mu decided to take the gamble and fight Kakuzu. Worst case, the Akatsuki would come after him—but since he was currently training outside, it wouldn’t drag Leaf Village into it. And if Kakuzu’s reward was an SSR spirit, he’d be ahead.