Chapter 306: Stirring National Pride

In the origin, the four death worlds of Egyptian mythology: the Reed Fields, the Desert, the City of the Sun, and the Netherworld.

"Alas, if only I were born in the Great Song, if only I were the son of the Great Song's Emperor, how wonderful that would be!" Yelu Hongji sighed gloomily.

Inside that box lay a blood-dripping human head, and it was none other than Yu Qianjun's head.

To be honest, upon hearing such news, Zhou Dong and Liu Xu both felt a gloom in their hearts; even if they did not wish to admit it, they had to make the worst preparations in their minds.

After chatting deeply, Li Jinglin and Wei Xia gradually realized why the other party held such a unique stylistic tendency.

"Who are you to the child?" the admissions teacher glanced at Zhang Qingqing, then looked down at the application form and asked; the handwriting on the form was incredibly neat and graceful, surely written by this great beauty on behalf of the child.

Chi Si glanced at Gui Shang, then looked at the man not far away helping an old woman arrange the shelves; his heart felt somewhat conflicted as he pressed his lips together.

In various environments, witches can find ways suitable for their habitation through witchcraft bracelets, witchcraft abilities, and so on.

Upon hearing Yang Yi's command, the soldiers of the Divine Martial Army, led by the Commander of a Thousand, spurred their horses to welcome Yang Yi, then turned and fled. Behind the army, the Sterilization God used his body to constantly block the Queen of Hearts' magic. Yang Yi did not look back, yet he could hear the continuous angry curses of the Queen of Hearts from behind, along with the sound of puf-puf-puf...

"Impossible! What kind of spell is this? Why have I never heard of it from my master!" Jing Xiaolai's expression stiffened as he spoke in terror.

Rose was extremely surprised; after all, the Forest Reconnaissance Team was composed of agile members of the Mira clan. They were not only familiar with the forest's terrain but possessed extraordinary senses and calmness in handling affairs; truly, they could be called elites. Yet even such people were captured and driven mad by others, showing that the opponent must have a formidable background.

Skillfully transforming from clouds to wind once more, he circled around low-key; fortunately, the range of Eagle Worry Ravine was not large, and he bypassed it in a single day.

"Alas!" Qin Cheng sighed somewhat dejectedly, clenched his fists tightly, and in his heart counted the grudge for his grandfather's death against the Wenxian Merchant Guild.

Yuanbao walked aimlessly through the market, looking at the freshly steamed buns and fragrant mutton soup, wondering how many times he had swallowed his saliva. But he only had two copper coins left on him, which he had exchanged for grain rations; he wanted to beg the doctor, hoping the doctor would sell him the medicine at a lower price.

Inside the Biyou Palace of the Eastern Sea, the Saint of Shangqing, Tongtian Jiaozhu, snorted coldly, his face showing anger, and with a flash of flight, he flew out beyond the Eastern Sea.

Even though Long Fei possessed spiritual power that ordinary people could hardly match, he did not dare to easily create too many shadow clones; firstly, it would disperse his own strength, and secondly, it was very dangerous. Of course, he did not have that much chakra to divide either.

"Confirmed, Tao Longfang of the Inner Court and Mori of Aki have both been defeated," the young man opposite, who was robust and appeared to be only in his twenties, replied.

After the meal, Tianxuanzi was arranged by Fengyi and others to stay in an independent courtyard. He refused repeatedly, but Fengyi insisted he move in; because of the difference in seniority, he could not be treated with neglect. After a long dispute between the two sides, Tianxuan, helpless, found that one person could not fight four, so he had to move in.

"There is still some difference; if..." Zhuo Shizhang thought for a moment and held back the rest of his words. Wang Peng was currently a member of the Provincial Standing Committee; he feared that speaking too much would only cause Wang Peng to resent him, truly becoming like someone who tries to paint a tiger but ends up resembling a dog.

She hid in a quiet corner, burying her head and weeping; this silent corner seemed to offer her a sliver of comfort.

While speaking, I had no idea at all that this sentence would later cause such a huge sensation.

The roar was like thunder. The rolling thunder-like roar coming from the west, which had just started several li away, in an instant rushed to everyone's front.

"Guild Master, Tiancong has another plan, though it may be somewhat difficult; but if successful, it could greatly exhaust the opponent's strength!" Yuyu Tiancong declared with a tone full of dominance and determination.

Once this statement was made public, it caused a strong reaction across the nation; people of all ethnic groups, students, and all social classes across the country paid attention to it one after another.

If you could return to the past, wouldn't that be fine? It's just that the current me keeps pushing out these photos; I truly do not understand my own level.

However, Jiang Guangtou had no time to attend to these nations at this moment. Because the combined momentum of the Vanguard Army and the People's Party had already formed, threatening his rule; for the position of national leader, he simply ignored all other matters.

"Is that so?" Yue Wuzuo sneered; after all, he was still a Vice Sect Master; how could he not see through Cang Yuan's cultivation?

Before the words were finished, Li Xiao felt a chill spread from his waist, causing him to shiver involuntarily. It seemed he still had lingering fears about the events of that year.

"Congratulations, City Lord; congratulations, City Lord." The maids and guards around all knelt down to offer their congratulations.

Of course, to use the Soul-Summoning Banner, one must possess absolute strength. For without strength, how can you make others willingly enter the Soul-Summoning Banner and thus be completely under your control?

This method of brute force is sometimes the only way to solve a problem; the one who may suffer bad luck is only Teng Jia himself at the bottom of the well.