Chapter 145: Huang Qingya Seeks Help

"No time to worry about it; necessity knows no law. Besides, no one else knows." With no other option, Lu Yu could only comfort himself silently like this.

"Let me interrupt; what is the matter with this demon monk? Does it refer to a demon who cultivates Buddhism?" Song Wei asked puzzledly from the side.

No wonder he was so anxious; the army was advancing when suddenly news arrived that the rear guard had been ambushed. Anyone would feel panic in such a situation.

Furthermore, Yan Kai and Liu Suiyan, the two generals who had held the city and resisted the Wu army, were all beheaded by Yang Wo as examples to establish his authority. Along with them, their close aides and some greedy, lawless people were also beheaded. Additionally, some ruffians in the city had looted while the Wu army breached the walls, and they too were beheaded.

Usually, he mainly constantly explored, simulated, and perfected the Tai Chi aura field. By now, the Tai Chi aura field had become increasingly perfect. In terms of strength, Lu Yu had already achieved the ability to perfectly deflect, redirect, shift, and move forces under a condition where his own base strength was doubled.

After getting off the train, Xu Yuan immediately saw her mother, who was nearly fifty years old yet maintained a appearance like someone in her thirties.

From the moment Xu Yuan came up holding a water cup until Li Junxiu's question, Luo Fei simply watched silently from start to finish, saying not a word. Like an elegant fox, she carefully observed and secretly speculated on the relationship between Li Junxiu and Xu Yuan.

Countless cultivators wearing shrimp soldier costumes and crab general costumes were there; some blew magic conch shells, others drummed.

The Left Xian Wang quickly ordered someone to find Tifu Rong, then carried Princess Jielan to the bed. Lv Yu used a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains from the corner of Princess Jielan's mouth, while Hong Lian brought hot water and washed Princess Jielan's face for her.

After Yan Zhen struck this sword, he, without any change in intent, immediately began his third charge. It was still the exact same sword-drawing movement, but finally struck Yang Bao at a higher speed, leaving Yang Bao no time to dodge or counterattack.

Of the two, Liu Cairen held the higher rank. Upon hearing Jin Yun Mama's words, she hurriedly returned the bow in kind, saying, "Miss is too polite; how dare I accept such honor!" Meanwhile, Fang Guiren stood aside, smiling faintly.

"Senior, wait; we are only here to visit you." To prevent her from attacking again, Xiao Yan hurriedly spoke.

The Qi family remained silent; Qi Tianqiao was nowhere to be seen, and Qi Heng had no news. The White-Clad Holy Messenger everyone speculated about seemed as if he had never existed. The oppressive, gloomy sky was like a giant cage, locking up all forces that dared to break through. But no one could predict what kind of demon would descend the moment the gates suddenly opened.

Her body had almost recovered. On this day, she went out of the Yongning Palace for a walk, but for some reason, her steps stopped outside the Qianqing Palace. She didn't know why she had come here; her legs simply moved without her control. She told herself she was just taking advantage of the good weather to clear her mind, yet the sky was clearly raining at this very moment.

Just as she was thinking, Miao Han's voice sounded from behind. She looked at Miao Han with a sense of relief, her heart filled with a mixture of emotions.

Following the direction of the letter's hand, a pair of colorful mandarin ducks swam side by side in the water, sometimes playing, sometimes chasing, sometimes emitting low, soft calls, as if lovers whispering to each other.

This question is very important. On this journey to Central Prefecture, Guo Lin is taking He Yixiang with him. For the sake of the agreement, he will also bring Bai Bing. If danger arises, they must not escape alone.

Bai Bing observed the direction from which the water flowed, raised her head slightly, and caught a glimpse of the end of the stream hidden by bushes. Her eyebrows flickered gently; she focused her gaze, and a joyful smile immediately appeared on her face.

Although "Lightning Chain" is a spell that randomly jumps to the nearest target regardless of friend or foe, Li Yan, through his research over this period, still discovered opportunities to control the jumping of "Lightning Chain."

However, the smile suddenly vanished into nothingness—something seemed missing from his vision. No, he clearly saw Xie Junhe's shadow. This fellow, once he makes a move, will never let others have the benefit; how could he give up if he couldn't gain any advantage?

"Since that's the case, I won't scold you. I want to tell you that your application has been submitted. The assessment is the day after tomorrow, and you need to go to the base in the capital. Get ready!" The leader said, his voice carrying a hint of hidden worry.

She wanted to see if the Empress in the palace, upon learning of Noble Consort Lu's scheme, would remain indifferent.

She gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She continued downward until, when unbuttoning his pants, her face couldn't help but flush red. Nevertheless, she bit her lip and directly removed all of Brother Mo's clothes.

Just as he said, he was Yixi, and also Xi. Originally, these were two aspects, mutually conflicting, each possessing only one facet. But now, they had already merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

"Since that's the case, then you just need to apologize to me!" Huang Fu Yi said, acting as if he were being very generous.

This barrier seemed about to be breached; on the surface of the barrier, a faint humming sound could be heard.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the beauties, the eldest young master of the Jiang family felt a surge of pity in his heart and wanted to plead for them. However, a cold glance from A Shan drifted over, frightening the eldest young master of the Jiang family into silence.

At this moment, Tan Ruoxue stepped out, frowning involuntarily. Obviously, in his view, under the same circumstances, Ye Chen would have a hard time being the opponent's match.

He was somewhat unwilling to imagine further. If she knew the truth, would she look at him with disappointment? Would she prefer that it was him who disappeared rather than Xi?

Wan Shan discovered that the people from his own sect behind him were still standing there stupidly. He couldn't help but shout lightly at the people behind him. Originally, he had prepared to watch Liu Yang perform a good show, but now that Liu Yang had become a half-dead, useless cripple, there was naturally no need to slowly torture those royal family members.

"Is there any difference between creation and replication?" Wang Yitian asked puzzledly. Aren't both done to obtain the other party's skills? Is there some specific difference?

All the adventure teams were completely desperate. In their hearts, level nineteen was already the cap; as for the King level? That was just a joke, a mere legend.

"Oh! I knew Brother Zhang was reliable; I really didn't misjudge you!" Hao Duxing patted Zhang Xinsheng's shoulder, overjoyed. Old Chen was also visibly delighted, showing no attempt to hide his joy.

He firmly grasped the hilt of the Red Bright Heavenly Emperor's sword and swung it through the air toward the direction of the Blood Demon. Wild winds swept up, swirling with flames across the sky to form a wind-fire vortex thousands of zhang long. The Blood Demon's face changed drastically; he quickly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Immediately, thousands of ghost heads surged out from within his body.