Chapter 457: The Patriarch Transforms into a God, Personally Appointed by the Holy Ancestor

On University Island, blazing Great Sun True Fire burned fiercely; within the golden flames, Patriarch Jiushan screamed, each cry shrill and heart-wrenching.

This really couldn't be blamed on the patriarch's frailty.

What Zheng Fa was doing now was roughly equivalent to performing surgery on Patriarch Jiushan… the kind without anesthesia.

Thinking of this, he turned to Zhang Shijie and said: "Senior sister, next time let's add some illusion technique or something — listening to this is too miserable."

Within the flames, Patriarch Jiushan's whole body—

Seeing that Moke had actually taken the field personally, Dao Zhenzi and the others' faces changed drastically; just as they were about to rise, Moke's voice reached their ears.

"No, no, no — Yifan, don't touch there, there's high-voltage electricity on it!" Qiao Minshan grabbed Xin Yifan and said.

Shi Hun barely blocked the long spear, but that tremendous force actually sent Ye Han's body flying, sending him crashing heavily in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust on impact.

The wine shipped in was all packed in large casks — eleven casks in total, each weighing one ton! A full 2,200 jin; the winery owner even threw in over a dozen bottles of one-jin packaging as gifts. Just the wine alone cost nearly a hundred thousand yuan.

After all, this was the opportunity Robert had been waiting for, working diligently ever since joining the X Consortium, and he believed this was probably his only chance to have a proper contest with Bi Qianmo.

For ten thousand years, the Southern Frontier had never known war — grass and trees flourished, spiritual energy brimmed, and the mountains and rivers remained as before. The Northern Wasteland Imperial Domain, however, was utterly different: ceaseless campaigns, shattered mountains and rivers, barren desolation everywhere, bleak and desolate in every direction — especially now, an unprecedented extraordinary time.

But after only a few steps he had to stop, because ahead lay a very high cliff with no other way forward.

Lin Yifeng saw that the haunted house at Yanjing Amusement Park was built with very distinctive features; from the outside it looked exactly like a European medieval countryside villa. He had personally seen such villas many times during missions in Europe before, and the impression remained very vivid.

"No, no, no — Ah Xiao, you've misunderstood my meaning." Du Caiwei wore a mysterious look.

Not waiting for Ming'er, striking while the iron was hot, Song Zheng immediately rushed to Changle Village and was pulled by Dai Qiang into Dai Dong's house.

The instant Mo Liancheng's purple qi collided with Zi Changtian's spiritual energy, the earth quaked violently as if doomsday had come. Just as Mo Liancheng and Zi Changtian exchanged a single move, he was suddenly struck by others' attacks. His body was sent flying, slamming into the ground, dragged for several hundred meters, leaving a long trail behind.

Before dealing with Yuan'er, that person — first — would deal with her! Because they feared she might interfere.

Damn it, what's the meaning of this — the captain and vice-captain of the Dragon God Brigade? Is this how they treat guests?

Dai Dong and Zhang Zhiyuan fumbled about for a long time before finally finding the remaining traces on one side of the pond.

After another stretch, at the critical moment, a certain gentleman experienced an unprecedented special feeling — wanting to cry but having no tears.

"Naturally, it is my Northern Desert's army of one hundred thousand attacking Great Chu." Helian Wei swept a contemptuous glance like a ruthless, decisive invader, looked at her once, then turned and strode away.

But he had also heard about Jian Qianqian and Qiao Qi — perhaps in the future Qiao Qi would become his brother-in-law… Just on that account alone, he ought to hope Qiao Qi did well; how could he keep thinking about how to defeat Qiao Qi?

The longsword streaked like flowing light beneath the blazing sun, surpassing the speed of sound and forming a white vapor barrier; arriving first despite being launched later, it pierced straight through the Vajra Cloud Eagle's belly. The sword's momentum slowed slightly, still shooting up several dozen meters before reluctantly falling under gravity, while the great eagle flapped a few times and dropped first.

Mo Yunyu hurriedly took a medicinal pill to restore his spiritual energy. Two puppets protected him; whenever a demon beast tried to approach, it would be killed by the puppets.

Lin Xian did not find Banruo's way of addressing me strange — he probably just assumed it was some dialect's term for "elder sister."