Chapter 312: Raising the Height, Qingyan Presents the Map

Inside the elixir cauldron, the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha qi boiled, collided, and exploded.

Outside the elixir cauldron, the disciples of Jiushan Sect moved clumsily, chaotically, and painfully to watch.

Yet Madame Xuanhua didn't so much as blink, her gaze fixed squarely on the elixir cauldron.

The expression on her face flickered with the shifting lights within the cauldron.

Her inner feeling mirrored the sounds emanating from the cauldron:

Crackling, clanging, as if about to burst.

She couldn't understand Zheng

Liu Mang looked at the scene before him, recalled his earlier self-imposed standard, and realized these things were truly trivial.

Not only the Hyuga clan, but nearly all other ninja clans received the major news of the fall of the Land of Whirlwind at once.

At this moment, Ruan Jin'an feigned calmness; his hand had just gripped the back of his chair when a cold laugh came from across the room.

The incorporeal object had been created, but the demon race couldn't use it—they were all fickle; more accurately, they had no heart at all.

Feng Yao's face showed no trace of panic; she waved her hand and retracted all the Feng people and Feng earth behind her.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself along the way, when that face truly appeared before her, Ruan Jin'an still couldn't accept it.

"It's said that Cheng Tianchong once tried to seize Mo Yun City with all the Tianyou Guards, but then suffered an accident—the Tianyou Guards were wiped out by the Dark Art Spirit Organization, and Cheng Tianchong has vanished." Zhao Zong spoke with grave seriousness.

"I'll take the hooded man; you take the scar-faced one, Shuimen." Cang Si had already divided the opponents.

"Hmph… Don't try to provoke me with this. I may have lost to you, but I beat Zhu Xiu. You must understand—there are many in the Dark Art Spirit Organization stronger than me. You may have defeated me, but you won't necessarily defeat them." Wu Masheng sneered.

Ye Lingjia shielded herself with spiritual energy, stepped back to dissipate the force, and stabilized her stance; Wei Ning, however, failed to retreat unscathed—his internal spiritual energy failed to reconnect after the backlash, numbing his right arm.

Previously, according to Fujihara Kumiko's introduction, a force resembling beggars had advanced from the west.

"Is the old ginger spicier?" Lin Lin's mind conjured this phrase, yet he wasn't in a hurry—he'd faced adverse situations many times before. His opponent was formidable and cautious, giving him no opening.

As for the excess divine law energy, Lin Huang channeled it all into the continent where the Sand World resided.

"Isn't that obvious? I'm an adult." Hearing Kurahashi Hina's complaint, the teacher replied matter-of-factly—in Japan, minors are forbidden to drink alcohol.

"Alright, if there are no issues, can we begin? I'm pressed for time." Ye Xingchen urged the monkey-burning-jars.

At this point, Lin Lin had cleared his jungle, returned to base to upgrade his gear: red jungle knife, two short swords, a pair of boots, a true sight. He didn't choose Tiamat this time because the red Chengjie reduces enemy damage—when facing a Tanglang in the jungle, he still had a fighting chance.

Sometimes it burdens the people and wastes resources; sometimes it increases casualties; sometimes it strengthens national prestige; sometimes it benefits future generations.

Guan Yu's tone carried a hint of complaint; his divine phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, radiating danger. Yan Bei expected Guan Yu to say something encouraging him to kill Gong Sun Yue, but he merely let out a soft hum, lifted his wine bowl, drank, and fell silent.

The second was Swordmaster Second Elder, then Sword's First Group—the Tian Group—also bowed in unison with their elder.

Recalling the word Ye Tian had just mentioned, Gongcheng swiftly thought it through, combining past observations and knowledge, and seemed to suddenly understand something.

On her right foot, blood streamed freely; a sharp shard of glass was embedded in her sole—it was this she had stepped on just now, and the shard was from the broken red wine glass that Wu Kang had shattered earlier.