Chapter 138: Zhu Qingyan Suddenly Takes the Initiative

After several peals of thunder, the green-robed man turned into a pile of charred corpses, lying in the hall with all breath gone.

Upstairs, Qiao Yunyao and Zhu Qingyan were of comparable cultivation, yet Zhu Qingyan's song "Drunken Rain Pavilion" stirred Qiao Yunyao's heart into turmoil, filling her with inexplicable sorrow; the movements of the black banner in her hand and the ghosts within it slowed down.

Although Zhu Qingyan was a ghost, she had cultivated diligently for many years, never swayed by desire, and had recently absorbed some incense power, so her soul was pure and stable, not swayed by

"I never expected this Zhuangzhong to have such a complicated background? Xiang Huaxing? Good, I was just wondering how to deal with you, and you offended him before I even acted! Now not only you, but even Chen Moyan will be implicated, heh..." Wen Zhongshi sneered, immediately forming a plan in his mind.

Leng Ruofang realized she could not escape today; she could not fight, could not run, and could not even commit suicide as she wished. Thinking of the fate awaiting her, she felt a wave of fear.

"What Your Majesty has thought of is very thorough. I, on behalf of the Noble Consort, thank Your Majesty for your great favor." Saying this, Xie Zhengzhong rose, knelt before Lan Shikang in a proper and regulated manner.

Lu Kesi acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to follow the Princess. Coincidentally, they encountered several concubines.

Somewhere in Mingzhu, Li Xianyi, dressed in black, stared sharply at the sky above the entire city.

These past few days, to protect the Empress, the Emperor has not set foot in the Hua Yan Palace for several days.

The junior sister of Song Qingyao was also stunned at this moment; she never expected that after smelling the fish soup, Song Qingyao would actually vomit, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

His burning words spread near her ear, his hot breath sprayed onto her ear; that feeling truly made her whole body feel hot.

Meng Yu picked up a chopstick, not knowing how many slices of fish meat she had actually grasped, mixed with the chrysanthemums that still smelled fragrant, and put them into her mouth.

In the harem, the news that the Noble Consort had fallen into a coma was already known to all; the area before the Hua Yan Palace was cold and silent. Wan'er had returned from the General's Manor with the other guards; for the crowd anxiously wanting to know what had happened, she did not know what had actually occurred.

Zhang Yi and Suo Wanyu returned to the Green Plum Forest; working together against the Nascent Soul early-stage demonic cultivator was naturally easy, and within a day, they had killed two or three.

"Advance, kill!" On the Roman side, amidst high-pitched shouts, the entire heavy armor line emitted a unified boom, marching forward in unison, spears thrusting, stepping over piles of corpses, stabbing down the layers of cavalry blocking their path one by one.

A sound like the earth splitting, shaking the heavens, approached from afar, like roaring 'waves' surging forward, completely drowning the peaceful streets in rolling sound 'waves'; the citizens originally walking on the road or stopping to trade, terrified, all fled in panic, cries of alarm rising everywhere, people and things overturned in chaos everywhere.

However, his illusory clone, having just used Blink and Dark Flash, had not yet recovered from skill cooldown, and was solidly struck by the Ice Dragon.

The mask had a black base with red patterns, interlaced with golden yellow; its edges shimmered, reflecting blinding light with every movement; its wide-open mouth revealed four fangs covered in crimson blood; the strange red lips and the eerie red tongue were all terrifyingly abnormal!

Lin Fan smiled mysteriously but paid no attention, putting on the appearance of a hermit sage, silent and still.

After eating a few pieces of honey, Jia Zhengjin felt his condition improve somewhat; at least he was no longer in a near-death state as before. He also successfully summoned his virtual backpack and struggled to take out a bottle of low-grade healing potion, pouring it into his mouth.

"Old Matriarch, it is a happy occasion; you have seen much, so come along too." Pan Jinlian held the Old Matriarch's hand.

Without torches, without guards, an agile figure traversed a distance of nearly a thousand meters that was originally almost impassable, arriving silently beneath the city walls; this perhaps was another gain from the battle earlier that day, which seemed more like a display of weapon deterrence.