Chapter 209: The Man Pressing Down on the Princess! Empress: Feeling a Bit Green on Top~

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Faintly, Chen Mo heard the shouts of Zhongli He; he frowned slightly, wondering what that old man was yelling about.

However, he had no time to pay attention now; he looked up at the sky, his pupils constricting slightly, his expression turning a bit solemn.

"This is..."

Clang—

The blades stuck in the ground vibrated violently, emitting waves of humming sounds.

Vast baleful energy surged out, like a river of blood rolling backward, gathering above the dome, faintly visible within the scarlet vortex.

One of the men, tall and sturdy, wearing a straw hat, a black jacket, two revolvers tucked into his waist, and ripped jeans, was leaning against a large tree in the center of the camp, staring at the Three-Life Flower about to bloom before him, his eyes filled with nothing but greed.

"Damn, they're rich." In Anduin's eyes, the interior of this building held more than what could be seen; the magic patterns identifiable to the naked eye were densely laid out on the floor and walls—even in the Ministry of Magic's alchemy room, he had never seen anything so exaggerated.

"My father is not that kind of person!" Niannian roared at him, drawing side-glances from those around; the flower-viewing competition had not yet begun, and the flower hall was in an uproar, instantly drowning out her voice.

This exchange of insults broke the habit of streamers treating their followers like gods; as if he had opened the door to a new world, he was tireless in his back-and-forth cursing with the followers to this day.

Damn! Having a boyfriend with fangs is truly a suffering; I really don't know if he will bite other parts of me until they bleed in the future.

It was a pity that Voldemort had indeed returned, but the way he returned was slightly peculiar.

Li Jian pushed Lu Shuan away and sat up; although he lacked an arm to support his body, the youth had a strong waist, and he rose as soon as he said he would.

Filled with self-reproach, he hammered the floor frantically, his mind fantasizing about the scene of the ball entering the hoop.

The private room was very large, nearly eighty square meters; the surrounding walls were made of special glass, which allowed one to see the scene outside from within, while from the outside, one could only see a hazy blur.

After refining more than two thousand one hundred strands of heavenly thunder power, the incoming heavenly thunder power began to diminish again.

"What is this?" Hong Qingzhao was greatly startled, and her expression immediately became somewhat solemn.

The Feather Transformation Sect Leader thought a great deal; no matter how he looked at it, reshaping the Profound Immortal bodies for Sun Wukong and the others was beneficial to them.

Yin Ling and Shi Chuan were also somewhat surprised; Young Master Cheng had struck so suddenly that even Shi Chuan and Yin Ling had not reacted in time.

Mingzhu stood by, listening respectfully; although she was already well-versed in this content, she still felt somewhat dazed and lost in thought as she listened to the Lady narrate it slowly.

And these descendants of the mad Puppet Clan before them were using the method of 'Flesh and Blood Rebirth.' They had created a metal head over a million miles in diameter, and then wanted to use the method of flesh and blood rebirth to turn this head into a living, fleshy head.

Even the nearby Sword Saint of the Azure Sky, Sword Saint of the Thunder Sky, Kong Bing, Kong Ling, and those legendary sword-wielding powerhouses were struck with awe, unable to help but feel a sense of reverence as they looked at the Royal Court, whose momentum was so rainbow-like it seemed to pierce the sky.

"Go ahead and scream; even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will come to save you." I mimicked the scene of a big villain teasing a pure girl from a movie.

Having just digested a drop of Duke's essence blood, a full thousand drops of deep cyan Blood Demon essence blood were born within Yin Xuege's heart. Moreover, every drop of Blood Demon essence blood was crystal clear, smooth and lustrous like a precious pearl, containing powerful life force and blood energy.

"Which one of you is being unruly again lately?" The old master sat upright in the grand armchair, holding a cup of tea in his hand and asking in a deep voice.

Yifan's expression was solemn; as he spoke, he looked from time to time at Mo Qingwu on the other side, the meaning clear: if they really encountered those people, he might not be able to look after the others.