Chapter 368: Luring People into the Pit—Absolutely Unbeaten

The seven Mingde Seat cultivators pressed forward through the great formation, half their attention on the darkness ahead, the other half still worrying about Jiushan Sect.

Although the great formation blocked their divine sense and sight, Soul Transformation battles routinely spanned ten thousand li, so even within the array they could roughly sense the situation over at Jiushan Sect—

Four demon-race Soul Transformation cultivators, their auras bizarre but absolutely not weak—at least two of them were seasoned Soul Transformation veterans.

Opposing them was a single Nascent Soul cultivator—an immortal—

Probably that Fudimo just opened that prophecy orb; after hearing what was inside it, being angered to this state is no surprise.

An Yi: "My servant's younger brother is in the Prince's hands." Although she had never met this so-called younger brother, and had no idea whether this brother was someone the Crown Prince was looking for, or truly the original body's brother.

An Yi naturally could not show weakness: "Your martial uncle is no ordinary person." With true qi and inner force protecting the body, what was there to fear?

In a place like Kunming, so suited to the growth of flowers and plants, having a few stalks of greenery was perfectly normal—but the patch right before me had nothing on it, not even a single blade of grass. Even the surrounding soil bore not a trace of vegetation.

The Demon Hunter's tall mount gouged four furrows into the ground as it braked, turned, and amid the warhorse's scalding steam, completed its preparations for the next reunion.

She wasn't Tang Seng's flesh that grants immortality, nor the moonlight in his heart—why persist in chasing her like this?

"Sister Donnie, will you marry Big Brother together with me and my sister?" Gabrielle asked Donnie.

Sometimes he would sit quietly and think—seeming to miss someone, to remember something, or to worry about something. Qingwen didn't really understand, and Sun Fu understood even less.

Bai Hao frowned, rubbed his chin, and pondered—what new trick is that Ximen Yinyao fellow playing now?

After being tempered by various incidents over this stretch of time, Nara Shikamaru had become far more mature and seasoned in his actions. Before Echizen Ryoma had even finished speaking, he carefully reported all the intelligence he had gathered, and at the end cast a strange glance at Echizen Ryoma.

The Marquis Zhen Guo residence could be called truly magnificent—looking from the entrance toward the opposite side, there was a wide-open expanse, pale blue flagstones with scattered unicorn-pattern veins, and most importantly, there was not a single building opposite, the open space stretching on for over a thousand meters.

Not only did it not happen, but because she jumped too hastily and too matter-of-factly, she actually went thump and tumbled to the ground.

Mo Nansheng glanced slightly to the side, just in time to catch Qianye's arched-brow, smug expression—those clear apricot eyes like the water of Song River, shimmering under the golden sunlight.

Cang Ye and Yi Hong did not spend time pondering this matter; after all, anything Jiu'er ordered, they would certainly obey.

Recently Shui Yiren's tastes had grown increasingly finicky—although she still loved meat, this pregnancy differed from the last.

If the Feng clan fell into Feng Yalan's hands, perhaps the Feng clan would no longer be the Feng clan of before.

The wraith's attention wasn't so meticulous and twisted as all that—otherwise it wouldn't have waited until something happened to Xinqi before showing up.

More and more people kept arriving around the valley; gradually the peak lords of the various peaks began to appear, and later, only the vein masters were essentially left.

Liu Zeng imitated Mu Ling's gesture, and the two continued watching the dance before them. Within the golden gauze, a graceful figure emerged, and faintly one seemed to see the shadow of a fox tail behind that silhouette. The crowd, watching this scene, immediately cried out in astonishment.

The Vermilion Bird beast, wrapped in boundless radiance, continued charging toward Ye Tian. Mid-charge, a light flashed in its eyes, and it opened its beak to spew a ball of golden flame.

"Chris, show me the current film first, we'll chat about other things later." Li Fangcheng arrived at the company to meet Chris.

"Master Jia, Brother Zhengnan." Fatty Zhao rolled up his sleeves and beckoned over a few broad-shouldered, thick-waisted thugs.

Summer vacation had already begun, and Fatty had bought a plane ticket with full confidence and flown to Yanjing. The three Fatty's had also been herded into Area A by Xuanhuang today; the two old fellows no longer dared to let the four troublemakers loose. To save trouble, they simply shoved them all into Area A—only here were the innocent people of the outside world truly safe.

"This…" Yifu instantly fell into a great dilemma; he couldn't quite tell whether Li Fangcheng's meaning was genuine or not.

"If we don't take them out, we won't even be able to reach the moon." Lin Ai said quietly.

Hearing Liu Danqing's question, Ye Tian nodded: "If it weren't for this matter, I should have been abroad long ago. But since this matter has come up, I expect I'll be able to stay and keep you company a while longer." As he spoke, he stealthily glanced at Liu Danqing's towering twin peaks.

"Clang!" Lin Ai, who had just finished collecting the map, heard a tremendous crash and was so startled she shuddered all over, then irritably turned her head.

He had a claw on his hand—visually, it was the equivalent of being equipped with an extremely powerful divine artifact.

"So you're inviting Yifu over here to launch it?" Mu Mengxue had already guessed Li Fangcheng's intention.

The Mages' Guild had studied it for untold years; everything that could be studied had long since been studied. It wasn't that no one had set their sights on this chaotic power—it's just that those who did either died a violent death from backlash of the chaotic force, or had their entire cultivation destroyed, never again able to gather even a trace of elemental power.

Wang Long's heart stirred as he recalled those snake-race soldiers from the Dragon-Snake War—those snake demons who hadn't even reached the Transformation realm, yet remained unstoppable in their bravery.

"Hahaha, good, good, good—our Huo family finally has hope of putting down roots! Ying'er, I'm now formally handing some matters over to you!" Eldest Brother Huo said.

Guo Nianfei watched the few people suddenly turn coat, then put her arm around Ling Xue'er and sat down on the sofa to enjoy the show. After the few finished fighting, they walked over to Guo Nianfei.

Their strength was fairly ordinary—at least none posed a fatal threat to Wang Long. Moreover, Wang Long keenly noticed that the direction of the entire army's advance was aimed squarely at Ruhuo Village, with no concern whatsoever about a deadly strike from behind.