Chapter 676: A Man Dies, His Bird Faces the Sky

Blade light and sword shadows, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. On the official road not far east of Cijian, the life-or-death slaughter was still continuing, but had already neared its end.

Wang Wujun still had a few personal guards by his side, but most of his vanguard army had already become corpses, killed in every manner imaginable.

The rest had all scattered in rout; their outcome was most likely death as well.

Hacked to death by the Crane Control Army, hacked to death by the battle-supervision squad, trampled to death by one another.

This road east of Cijian, not a wide one, had already

The reason was simple: crafting this kind of weapon was extremely convenient, and they were all made from the most ordinary, most common materials, easy to find, and produced in large batches as soon as they were turned out.

At the same time, the space a hundred zhang behind him seemed to shatter into powder, becoming like primordial chaos and void, leaving only a vast expanse of black.

"Yes, yes, yes! Then hurry and take these celestial gods to complete their check-in formalities!" The other party nodded and said.

The two of them fell into chatting there, one sentence each, and though it was their first meeting, there was not the slightest sense of distance between them.

Jiang Yu nearly spat out the ginseng he had just swallowed; no wonder this scent had seemed faintly familiar. He had encountered corpses several times and was by no means a stranger to this smell. After Zhang Tianling's reminder, he felt utterly bizarre inside, as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a dead mouse.

The second type of Foundation of Fate, even if Jiang Yu could cultivate it, he would still abandon it. Exchanging the lives of one's closest kin for the Foundation of Fate ran contrary to his Dao heart and would inevitably breed inner demons, destroying his own path of immortal cultivation.

So when the Xunhu Secret Realm opened that time, Bai Zhantang resolutely charged in. The outcome goes without saying—in the end, even when the Xunhu Secret Realm closed, they were never seen coming out.

The sword-qi water droplet, at an extremely glacial pace, finally managed to open the Qishe acupoint, then dispersed under Ye Xiao's control.

On such a night, with the wind sighing and the rain misting, two men wept bitterly and held each other, letting their tears stream freely.

Heh, still treating me like when I was first cast down into the mortal realm? I long ago recovered my memories and power. The current him isn't even worthy of scratching my itch.

A flash of final struggle crossed Liu Jianming's eyes, his hands trembled, and then he subconsciously was about to pull the trigger—right at this moment, Liu Zhen's furious roar suddenly came from upstairs.

These beggars were even more frantic than before, even taking on an atmosphere more fanatical than celebrity-chasers from a previous life.

Jin Jiuwei's face was somewhat pale; after kneeling for a day, the wrinkles on his face looked even deeper, and in Wang Ping's eyes he appeared even more pitiful.

After several survivors—nobody knew which ones—recounted what had happened in the Heaven-rank chat channel to the regional chat channel.

Han Yuru, however, suddenly lowered her head, her gaze brimming with sighs of emotion. She dared not meet Ying Yi's eyes, and now nestled in his embrace—the warmth, though brief, so perfectly soothed the wounds in her heart.

Bu Qianyao nearly laughed after Lin Zheng finished speaking. She knew Lin Zheng could talk, but hadn't expected that at his very first shareholders' meeting, he left Jiang Xinyi speechless several times. She thought to herself that having him participate in the shareholders' meeting was a wise choice; if he didn't provoke her anger in the future, he could certainly be given important responsibilities.

Wang Xiao also knew the current situation; even the military had not yet implemented cultivation across the entire ranks, and he didn't know what the higher-ups were thinking? Let alone wanting to launch universal cultivation in the Fog City.

One hundred meters—at least ten seconds for a human—was merely half a step's distance for these giant beasts.

That's right, that General Black Feather is me. I cultivated bitterly in the mountains for ten years, and can finally take human form.

This place was too close to City Hall, so by the time Zhou Ming drove to the entrance of Qingyi Garden, in less time than it took to smoke a cigarette, a car slowly pulled up.

The people arranged to surveil the Chen family had increased several times over. Whether it was the cooks preparing meals or the stablehands feeding the horses, all were placed under strict surveillance by people Liu Ha had arranged. Yet after several days of watching, not the slightest trace was found; there was not a single problem anywhere in the Chen household.