Chapter 340: The Wind's Answer

The reason Shen Siyuan did not choose an adult as the main soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is that adults have overly complex thoughts; even though constrained by the banner's rules, they would not harm Shen Siyuan.

But they are not mindless puppets; they still possess their own thoughts.

Human hearts are like ghostly pits; Shen Siyuan is only in his twenties, he lacks rich life experience, and is no genius born of heaven.

Although as the banner master he can control anyone, yet

Xin Lu's eyes were bloodshot red, still in a rampaging state; his consciousness was not clear, having merely stumbled here in a frenzy by chance.

These three medium sects were willing to continue serving the Beiyao Palace as their master, which was already giving face to the Beiyao Palace, the old employer; of course, this also counted as giving face to Gu Fan.

"Now that the Dragon Fist has occupied Xuan Yin Pass, they will surely hold it tightly and will not easily engage in battle again; when can I avenge my father and elder brother!" Xin Ao spoke, feeling a pain in his chest, nearly stumbling.

Zhongli Luo sneered, casually playing with a teacup, murmuring, "Something?" After Zhongli Luo finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, the cold light shooting from his phoenix eyes staring tightly at Xi Duizi, his terrifying aura growing even more dense.

Although most of the allied army soldiers have surrendered, there are still some stubborn elements resisting.

Hua Qianshi said indifferently, "Do not call me Lord Creator God; outside... call me... Hua Qianshi." Creator God is merely a title, not a name; of all things in the world, he loves the beauty of flowers the most; flowers were created by his own hand, so let him be called Hua Qianshi.

After Han Yue pulled the insect out of his palm, he turned around and saw Han Mo falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string; he cried out "Han Mo" and immediately flew down to catch Han Yue.

"Spit! Mu Huali, Qi Yunlong, it's you two again!" The voice of the Chengtian-level martial artist was somewhat hoarse, obviously having suffered a hidden loss.

I shook my head; the Thousand Emperors' whereabouts are elusive and extremely mysterious; every time we meet, he never has a proper demeanor, either in a pile of rouge or amidst ten thousand flowers; except for his promiscuity, I seem to truly know nothing about him.

Su Huanhuan was awkward, "Then what do you want? I can apologize, sorry!" As Su Huanhuan spoke, she had already finished apologizing.

Rising, she went gracefully to the window, inviting Qiu Fenglie over there to speak... Although Qiu Li had safely and fully immersed herself in the simulation battle, it was still better to talk aside.

Because the Prison Alliance focuses on assassination, entering the Prison Alliance, whether the Dao arts practiced or the divine abilities cultivated, are mostly cold, ruthless, and fierce, clashing with the scorching environment; an overly hot environment is not only unbeneficial for cultivation but, over the long term, may leave hidden dangers.

Xiao Weiwei's shoelaces were also replaced by Liu Danqing with 550 parachute cord, very sturdy, suitable for many places.

Chu Jingnian and others were stunned, not expecting Mu Yu to voluntarily request to lead the charge; after all, the current situation was far more severe than when passing through the battle circle where two types of native beasts fought earlier; the pressure of leading the charge can be imagined.

Now, the Demon Capital office they rented has transformed into the temporary company address and the new company's Demon Capital City Preparation Office.

Finding an empty bench, after letting Katou Megumi sit down, Jiang Yu, while calming his breathing, handed the other party the mineral water bought at the foot of the mountain earlier.

Zhou Zhi had not yet reacted when Fang Hao, having turned into a blood shadow, appeared before Chen Zhipeng, one hand already piercing through his heart.

"Brother Mu, how about we go out and test the power of this formation? I can't wait, hahaha." Min Luo said excitedly.

At this moment, the Luo family all wore bitter expressions, their hearts also somewhat fearful; most of them knew the grudge between the Ancestor and Mu Ningxin, fearing she would attack the Luo family.

Wang Ruoye looked as if she had just rested, woken up, and logged back on; however, her monologue had hardly any pauses, flowing very smoothly; it was truly hard to imagine she could review all meeting minutes in just a few seconds... She was absolutely just finding a moment she deemed most suitable to insert herself into the meeting.