Chapter 434: Consecutive Breakthroughs! Golden Core Level Six!

After about a dozen rounds, under Lin Mo’s coordination, Chu Wange and Long A’s efficiency suddenly increased.

Besides the rising experience from their cultivation techniques and divine abilities, it was also due to Lin Mo’s rational allocation.

Though both were exhausted, their efficiency kept rising.

After twenty rounds, Lin Mo had already developed a fully optimized operational pattern for the two, and efficiency surged by over thirty percent again!

After thirty rounds, Lin Mo’s Pure Yang Heart Scripture reached Level Five first, his cultivation base immediately…

Yue Feng nodded; indeed, everyone had stopped. Some disciples had already begun packing up, preparing to set up camp. To be fair, though this trip was meant as a visit to Shaolin, the temple had just been seized by evil cults.

She was slapped back by Cheng Xinyan, who scolded in exasperation: “Still able to stand here after being bitten?” She sighed again, feeling her patience had worn thinner than ever, and turned to glare at her—this oddball was to blame.

Zhuo Anran cupped her face in both hands; in his eyes lay too much she could not fathom.

A shimmer passed over the emerald leaves; the bird came alive, flapping its wings with a flutter, splashing water onto my shoes.

After grabbing a random person and asking, he learned that Qin Xinyi had not returned since her last journey with the Ancient Emperor to the Snowlands.

To her surprise, Chen Chen had already woken up, lying in bed without rising.

This seemed unremarkable—they had been fighting the evil dragon then, and conjuring other forms might not have deterred, distracted, or intimidated this dragon. As the saying goes: one mountain cannot hold two tigers; one pool certainly cannot hold two dragons.

“Didn’t I make myself clear enough…” Qian Simin whispered weakly, his eyes dimming, brows tightly furrowed, expression heavy; his heart felt as if a deep gash had been torn through it, pain searing.

She closed her eyes; her earlier heart-wrenching screams had nearly drained all her tears. Her hand gripping the syringe was numb and aching, blood still trickling steadily down the long wound on her left arm.

I quickly turned my face away—there was no choice. Qi Han’s tongue was merciless; if I laughed again in front of Qi Taisheng, he might spit blood right there.

The violent collision erupted like thunder splitting the earth; surrounding space shattered, fragments of unstable space scattering everywhere.

His true origin had reached the state of infinite abundance; every past divine art and secret technique now came at his beck and call.

Fei Lie’s fame in forging had overshadowed his body-cultivation abilities—he may not even realize it.

“I am He Zhen. I’m glad to see you again.” He extended his small right hand, neither humble nor arrogant.

Is it wise to express feelings so directly? Shouldn’t some private words be conveyed more subtly?

The Blood Dao Ancestor had no time to resist—he was instantly pulverized, body and origin alike.

Yujia, having read the stone tablet’s records, knew the Arus Empire’s military-exclusive spirits were the three series: Supersonic Larvae, Scyther, and Bisharp.

The power of a Soul Transformation cultivator, even if fully unleashed, might barely breach the defense of Nine-Forged Desert Sand; Fang Zheng had merely been caught in the residual shockwave, hence not a single tremor.

“OK! No problem.” Seeing her brother finally let go of the matter and stop pressing, she exhaled softly in relief.

The traitorous gunner laughed louder and louder, his despair and fury making everyone’s blood run cold.

The information in that sentence was overwhelming—I froze in place, as if struck by a thunderclap that left me charred inside and out, smoke rising.

Wang Qiao had no memory of any past marriage pact between their families; he only thought Wen Ruixiu was an exceptionally considerate and gentle junior, growing more and more fond of him.