Chapter 215: Broken Chapter Dog

Rosen, having bought the books, hurried back to his residence.

Today he bought the two latest volumes of "Divine Tomb" and also the first volume of "Heaven, Earth, Dark, and Bright Luminous Pagoda".

After returning to his residence, he sat on the sofa, casually set the two copies of "Divine Tomb" aside, opened "Heaven, Earth, Dark, and Bright Luminous Pagoda", and began searching for chapters he had not yet read.

He had already read a few chapters of this new book online.

After flipping through for a while, he found the unread chapter and focused his spirit to read.

Zhan Zhao glanced back at Shen Cangyuan, then turned and vanished on Mars. Though Zhan Zhao, being a man, felt dissatisfied with Shen Cangyuan, it was far from reaching the point of punishing him; but since Ruolan wished it, he would simply step aside for now.

"Ling Jian Sect, Blood Sword Disciple, today I shall execute you, Xu San," the Ling Jian Sect cultivator said coldly, looking at Xu Wen. He drew out a crimson, blood-red flying sword; a fierce and ruthless aura coiled around the blade, as if tempered from the depths of the Nine Nether.

The rumbling of thunder echoed through the Grand Hall of the Elder Council; every spherical divine thunderbolt was enough to blast any one of them to death. Five disciples each unleashed their Dao arts, resisting with all their might. For a time, the powerful sword qi of Dangmang Peak and the star-gathering primordial energy of Yuxing Peak crisscrossed and intertwined, constantly erupting.

Although I really wanted to jump into the water right now to settle the score with that water ghost, I decisively picked up Fatty and Sophie, instructed Eighteen Laghu to guard Fan Lei well inside the tree hollow and not come out no matter what happened, and then rushed out toward the northwest.

The others followed in single file, just as Ye Zang, the last to arrive, stepped over the puddle.

"Then I ask the Wang family, which Wang family?" Ye Zang thought Old Wang must be someone from the Wang family, and upon hearing the words "Wang family", that person's face changed.

It is just a pity that the classmates seem unable to understand my actions? Why is it all negative emotional energy?

"Yes," Hei Bo nodded in agreement. Although a True Person-level cultivator is powerful, for a great family like the Mo family, which has inherited its legacy for a thousand years, there is sufficient power to suppress them.

Back then, she followed Mo Zili, who had come to find her, and left without hesitation; he was still angry at her heartlessness. Now it seems, how could a person from the Demon Realm have any feelings?

"A-Jiu, no rush, I'm back. Let me hold you as much as you want." Ning Fei spread his arms and said softly.

She had once been his lover, but after that she was already his seventh sister-in-law; at this point, could she still harbor any unwillingness?

It was a man in his twenties, with a square face and thick black mustache eyebrows, giving off a very fierce and ruthless impression.

When the blue-purple flame flashed and vanished along the wires of the machinery, the expression on Chang Guanrui's face was as if frozen by low temperature; that terrifying stagnation of time made one feel a chill down the spine, as if deathly qi was spreading.

Everyone stepped over a pile of bloodied, black-furred rat corpses nearby, gazed at the overturned vegetation and the chaotic ground, and all furrowed their brows.

The moment Tang Zinuo finished speaking, a person with the same voice as him jumped out. In that instant, Tang Zinuo's expression stiffened slightly, and the senior brother who had been chatting freely with Tang Zinuo also looked somewhat embarrassed.

Wen Puyu looked as if she did not want to speak to him, turned her head to the side, clearly furious.

The sudden appearance of the auspicious purple clouds immediately alarmed the Seven Realms. The top experts of the Seven Realms rushed to investigate the source of the heavenly omen; they all wanted to understand whose cultivation or what treasure had attracted such a massive heavenly omen.

Do you know why? It was because the person who wrote the poem was overly pessimistic and negative; what was especially hateful was that it voiced the hearts of all those in the world who use wine to dispel worries, providing the most legitimate excuse for wine drinkers everywhere to drink openly.

It was indeed a one-sided massacre. He guessed the process, but he did not guess the ending. It was not the Jin troops massacring the Song people; it was the Song people massacring the Jin troops.

Clearly, the last time they met at Mifei's banquet, Lu Youyun had put on airs, passed by her with a blank expression. That appearance was exactly like that of a stranger.