Chapter 555: Communicating with Spirits and Gods

"Is that so?"

Shen Siyuan, after hearing Xiao Yue's recounting, fell into deep thought.

He had never before used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to sweep in large numbers of ghosts.

The main reason was that although the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was a demonic treasure of the highest order, it was severely damaged; too many ghosts entering the banner would inevitably generate various desires, polluting the banner and combining with its demonic qi, possibly causing backlash against him.

Of course, if the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were intact, he would have no fear of these risks.

Solving the food problem for these people was, both publicly and privately, something Wen Xian needed to do now; it is said that those not in a position should not meddle in affairs of office, but conversely, Wen Xian was now a noble of the state, enjoying the benefits of his privileges, and thus bore the duty to alleviate the nation's burdens.

Zhao Min knew full well how monstrous the speed of her group of Master-level experts was, yet even with their cultivation and agility, they had been utterly defeated or driven to flee by Song You alone.

Wang Wang Xifeng, weapon in hand, instantly became even more formidable. Following the method to break Long Teng's technique, he held his left broken staff horizontally to block Pi Lei's attack, while his right hand swung the staff to strike Huo Ying's left shoulder.

"Dear fellow cultivators, the first half's five items have been auctioned off; now is the time for free trading. There is a free trading bazaar ahead—hope all of you leave fully satisfied." After collecting the recommendation tickets, Hu Hongbo spoke to the network authors below.

"If your Three Pure Ones' avatars sustain damage, it will greatly affect your strength," Bu Lianshi said with a grim expression.

He did not know that Lin Yun possessed the Cosmic Trading System; he assumed this powerful figure had always been beside Lin Yun, protecting him, though rarely acting.

Everyone's expressions changed instantly; they did not believe this was an ordinary dream—Shi Jin's past life had been the Carefree Dan Immortal, however unreliable, he was not a being they could fathom.

Even if the price reached one billion, the other side would not give up; they could at most bid six or seven hundred million, and anything more, after deducting operational costs, they could no longer guarantee profit.

In a secret chamber beside the main hall of his home, Boss Tang sat cross-legged before a Buddha statue, holding a simple string of ancient prayer beads, chanting continuously, sweat pouring down his back.

Unlike other realms, the Qi in the Laughing Proud realm was extremely thin; even second-rate experts could dominate a region, and those of the Primordial Realm numbered no more than a handful.

It was not through notifying the City Lord's office to ban Feng Jun from entering, but rather through direct authority to declare: this city does not welcome you.

"I'll have my driver take you home," Gao Haotian said, his voice low but carrying an air of irrevocable command.

This was hardly surprising; after all, objects capable of time-space travel were the scientists' ultimate dream—how could anyone ever have too many?

At the same moment Duan Qianjie activated the interference magic array, he roared: "Attack!" and charged toward the dragon, slashing his blade toward its crown.

Although his mother and grandmother truly had a bad relationship, they had never been this overtly hostile in front of him before.

"No no! Beautiful! Chu Chu, you look good in anything!" Seeing Chu Chu misunderstand his meaning, he quickly added.

After studying for a long time, Mu Wang Xifeng still could not figure out how to use the divine map, so he decided to leave seclusion.

"You're just too sharp-tongued—anything that passes your lips gets twisted," Tong En laughed until she couldn't straighten up.

"Auntie Tong, you broke your promise—you said you'd come pick me up and take me to your place to play, but you never came," Yu Hao said in a wronged tone over the phone.

At this moment, Yao Yue knew nothing at all; her eyes held only Mu Wang Xifeng's resolute face and that wicked smile.

These past days, Feng Chen had also been busy, seemingly determined to make a grand impression on the day of the contest—he hadn't left the alchemy chamber once; it was said he took a massive quantity of herbs and locked himself inside to enter seclusion.