Chapter 85: Great Luo Palace

With Wang Yue's help, everyone's journey to Wuhe County went very smoothly.

A skin-peeling ghost that kept wandering through the county town had, up to that point, killed more than ten newlywed couples, and was finally stripped of its true skin by Zhu Qingyan.

A ghost-faced owl, which came to Wuhe County every two months to snatch and devour a young boy, happened to run into the group conducting a crackdown and was split in half by a sword qi from Daoist Yan Song.

There were also two water monkeys that, after forming a pact with humans, needed human blood to cultivate; they were

faint power of time surged from her hand; she wanted to rewind time by a few seconds, certain she could save Chen Feng, yet how could Lu Hun possibly give her that chance?

In that environment, a sword cultivator of peerless talent, in a fit of wild fancy, combined the strengths of various schools, proposed the embryonic theory of a Sword World, and then, at all costs, put his theory into practice.

Luo Lie raised his head, gazing at the gun in Yan Tianxin's hand; he too had not expected that a weapon sealed away for so long would still have utility.

So the insectoid units charging forward seemed to be offering themselves up to death, rushing into this "meat grinder."

"Is something the matter?" Su Jin'er was very cold; clearly, she did not consider Wang Tianhua qualified to sit on equal footing with her.

Shen Ziyu's mask could not block the divine eye of the Heaven-Sent Sword; for this VIP client who had brought huge revenue to the Jiuminglu Company during the Qingyun Grand Tournament, Wang Jiu very generously offered a polite, perfunctory smile of hospitality.

"Let's not worry about that for now; our main goal is to protect Xue Lingling." After a pause, the otaku added.

Earlier, Zhao Zhu's single finger pressing on his brow had given the tycoon a rare sense of ease in the past month; at this moment, his confidence that Zhao Zhu could cure his illness was very strong.

The entire structure of the Mana Web resembled a sphere wrapped in a spiderweb; ley line energy had already merged with the whole Mana Web, the Wizard Tower being the core that controlled it; invisible energy fluctuations were gradually spreading, and in the blink of an eye had expanded to tens of thousands of kilometers away.

"Hey, Jiang Han, what do you plan to do later? After dinner, it will be about time to elect the next family head." Xia Yin, unable to hold back after all, leaned close to Jiang Han's ear and whispered.

If it had been him, and someone had been scheming to dig out his heart and take his life, he would absolutely not have let the matter rest.

The two had not held a wedding ceremony nor entered the bridal chamber; on the day of their marriage, Wan Jinzhi had performed the ceremony with a rooster, while Du Zhongheng went abroad to study in Japan. During his studies, Du Zhongheng met Su Hexiang, who also came from a family of medicine.

This was something Mo Fu found curious: given this man's personality, why not simply enter using spiritual power? Why insist on jumping through the window?

"Alright, Grandpa." Xu Mingan had previously thought Grandpa Wang was quite good; now it seemed one can know a person's face but not their heart.

So no one ever thought of inviting a high monk to deliver the souls of the dead. Only the deceased's parents and family, taking advantage of the seventh-day memorial, burned some paper money at the scene of death, then wailed and returned home.

He originally did not want to get involved in these matters of Western Chu, but who could have expected Chu Xun to be so idle, insisting on uncovering the truth?

It was just that the restaurant's main doors were all locked; only a few scattered households were still open for business.

"Father, I support you." Ji Yunxi felt that traveling would become a beautiful memory for them; many places now still had clear mountains and flowing waters, not yet fully overdeveloped, and could well be a good scenic spot.

Likewise, when the soldiers of Western Ying saw that their commander Chen Fei had been wounded and was retreating, they instantly lost their fighting spirit and, like homeless dogs, ran toward their own camp.

A thousandth of an inch—could it really work like this? Pity there was no communication; the place was being slaughtered into chaos and darkness. Then Hou Lan could lie here and still pick up the spoils.

Gan Chunlei felt a wave of disappointment; although he had anticipated this result, hearing it with his own ears still made him feel bad.