Chapter 331: Accumulated Great Merit, a Supreme Defensive Treasure

Master Chengkong was a very professional—or at least a very dedicated—salesman… ahem, persuader.

Since he had brought out the Clear Serenity Bamboo to tempt Zheng Fa, he naturally introduced the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root in great detail.

And Zheng Fa, whether for the sake of the Nine Mountains Realm or for the Fusang Wood in his own belly, was indeed very interested.

"What is called a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root differs from ordinary spiritual plants in that…" Seeing Zheng Fa listening attentively, Master Chengkong's enthusiasm for talking grew even higher. "If a grotto-heaven…

"Is it really just to see him that simply? I'm afraid you want to take him away, and I can tell you clearly now, that is impossible." Fury slammed his hand on the table and growled.

The coordination between Zhuzi and Wei Mi was truly seamless; Xia Hanmo kept imagining that one day she too could stand by his side just like her.

"It's absolutely true. I only believed I hadn't misheard after confirming it several times myself." Zhang Ren's face likewise bore an expression of disbelief—clearly even now he still could not understand why Zhang Ning would do such a thing.

"Brother An? What's wrong?" The Bu Che beside him was also a young master who often roamed Nine Splendor City with An Cheng, and had just stepped into the shop today as well.

Li Jiaxin had no idea where the destination was; Xiao Jing only told her to follow arrangements, saying he wanted to give her a surprise.

As for that fellow called something-or-other Er Luzi, you must take him back to the police station right now and lock him up. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say—he is suspected of endangering the state and must be severely punished by law.

Bishop Landrell had just finished hearing his subordinate's report when the roof above his head was suddenly torn open; the reinforced concrete walls cracked, fully exposed to the air, and sunlight poured straight down from above.

Besides, he did not know whether the spiritual tea and spiritual wine he had brought back from Qianzhou this time would help Susu's illness after she drank them.

Youda's public bathhouse charged by bathing time—one mao per minute—and only accepted meal cards, no cash.

Lin Xuan could understand this; the others, such as Xu Yichen, Zhang San, or Ren Fan, naturally could not fail to notice it either.

He had not expected to clash with Yan Han after all. He did not want to fight this battle either, but above him was the ruler's command, and he could not keep his subordinates in check, so he had no choice but to fight.

Everything plunged into endless darkness; in this heaven and earth, in this primordial chaos, he was the heavens, he was the earth, he was the god who controlled everything.

The Mystic Grade corresponds to the level from condensing Innate True Qi to piercing through the Heaven and Earth Mystic Gate—still relying on one's own strength, but the level of life itself has already leapt upward.

The battering rams slammed into Shangqiu's city gate; Shangqiu's moat had long been filled without effort by the Yan army, and the Song troops had no power to resist at all.

Chen Lixin toppled another giant mountain beside him. Pummeling the enemy was a must, and learning foreign languages was Chen Lixin's hobby.

Finally, to everyone's surprise and shock, the Demon Son Mo Su crashed heavily onto the plaza ground with a muffled thud.

"You—you take war spoils and offer them to His Highness?" Feng Jing was stunned too; Lin Xuan was far too bold. Not one of these things belonged to the Heaven-Piercing Sect—they had all been preserved from beneath the Extreme Dao Sacred Weapons.

Gazing up at the fierce beast above, Yu Le narrowed his eyes, because there was only a faint light now, and it could not let Yu Le see everything clearly here on his own.

"I think the lord could exercise his body from time to time, maintaining the necessary pressure on those people and delaying their progress in cracking the work!" Mi Fang had just sensed the influence of the rune patterns around the shipyard on the lord.

Tang Yuan was blasted flying, and the Myriad Spirit Armor also blazed with peerless radiance. The massive body of Martial Spirit Son radiated world-shattering energy. Martial Spirit Son's eyes had already turned blood-red; the invisible threads within the blade, along with that fishing rod, lashed across Tang Yuan's face.

At this moment, on the distant horizon, the one who had once stepped forward and given Lou Ying the Black Blood spoke again, but within his voice there was such coldness, such grimness, and the killing intent within that single utterance was terrifyingly dreadful.