Chapter 540

The Devil Eye Technique, a demonic art modeled after a rotting devil eye, is exceedingly sinister.

Its malevolence targets not only enemies.

It is equally sinister toward the cultivator themselves.

Currently, the Devil Eye Technique has only two moves: "Strange Object" attack and demonic thought seizing the spirit.

Fuse one's spiritual will and energy (sword qi, true qi) into a "Strange Object," then project it through the gaze into the opponent's mind.

Within the opponent's mental space, utterly defeat them.

I leapt from my chair, grabbed one of the women in white, and asked how she was.

Yinzi isn't worried at all; in fact, she's sewn a hundred-tael silver note into her clothes, and besides, silver can always be earned.

When Yuan Teng heard me say this, he said nothing more, but after we finally parted, he hesitantly asked me not to tell Xu Wanyi that he borrowed four million for me.

Lightning surged forward, the void transforming into a thunder god's great hammer that slammed down hard on Mu Ling.

When Jiao Yuanyuan and I lay on the same bed, both of us were wary of strangers, keeping a wide distance between us; the bed was quite large. I didn't sleep, and the faint fragrance emanating from Jiao Yuanyuan crept in like a snake, a scent no man could possibly resist.

I had no appetite for late-night snacks, especially under such eerie conditions; the administrative department was on the forty-ninth floor, and if anything went slightly wrong, even screaming wouldn't alert any security guards. I could only follow his instructions, using chopsticks to finish eating the snacks.

Thus, one was too calm, the other too impulsive—conflicts between them were constant.

So much had happened at once that Su Wan niang couldn't stay in the thatched cottage; she packed up and boarded the stuttering brother's ox cart to town.

For the first time, in front of everyone, I didn't hold back—I pressed a kiss onto her lips.

The staff thought I was speaking to her and smiled, asking which aspects I was dissatisfied with.

Every day was like this—after meals, Xiao Ying went to visit Wu You; their relationship was like that of close girlfriends. Anyway, Wu You got along well with everyone except him.

Shi Sheng and the other two had been entirely focused on Ma Lu, who sat silent as a statue. Now, hearing the sound, they spun around in shock.

If I kept producing food and drink endlessly, he wasn't a fool—he'd uncover my disguise.

And even if I were truly forced to kill someone, disposing of the body would be easier—just push it into the sea and be done.

Seeing this, Shan Wei and Yin Dang were startled, fearing the giant serpent would drag them down, and immediately activated their magic treasure—the flat frying pan—to fly upward.

Chu Zi yi met Jun Hao ran's gaze without yielding; the two were evenly matched, showing no sign of backing down.

From the outside, there was no sign of jade—it looked like an ordinary stone. Though the saying "Even immortals cannot judge the value of a single inch of jade" is somewhat boastful, it does illustrate how difficult jade gambling is.

The situation was eerily similar to the night of his wedding when he was ambushed—because that night too, he had been directly carried into the bridal chamber.

The ends of the human meridians lie mostly at the skin's surface, so when he cleared impurities blocking Wu Qian's meridians, all the debris ultimately exited the body as waste.

Zhongli Shi saw her husband's cowardly look and covered her mouth, laughing. Xuan Yuan Hao felt a surge of excitement watching her.

Bai You lan pretended indifference, but in truth, everything she'd done was aimed squarely at Fengyu Tower—how could she let them slip past her eyes?

Doctor Du noticed the Marquis's pale face and added another sentence immediately. Then he prescribed medicine and withdrew from the inner chamber.

Indeed, the clothing counter's mannequins held no appeal; instead, many stylishly dressed beauties were delicately selecting clothes, clinging to their beloved husbands.

The blood left on the object was invisible to ordinary people—and it wasn't human blood; it must be the blood of demons or ghosts.

Xu Wanyi grabbed Yuan Teng and lunged to fight him. I had no intention of stopping them—it had nothing to do with me. Amid their struggle, I picked up my bag and left without a word.

The car cruised steadily along the highway; inside, it was quiet, with warm air gently blowing across Bai Chi's face and body, an indescribably comfortable warmth.

Su Wan niang thought that now, the only one truly happy was probably Kong Leyi herself—thankfully, heaven hadn't been too cruel to her.

Early the next morning, Rong Tongfang and Lin Xiuya boarded a private jet and returned to the Northwest Military Region.

Ye Ling xi knew that they were now frantically running all over the place searching for "herbal" ingredients, likely not even having time to eat.

But friends unfamiliar with computers were astonished when they saw the program displaying the message: "XXX went to the movies yesterday."

Gazing at the blue lotus that appeared instantly before him, chasing his retreat, Bai Zu felt hatred and agony—and without hesitation, he unleashed all his inner power once more.

He was sincere in martial arts and demanded others be sincere too. When he treated his opponent as a sacrifice, the opponent should treat him the same way. Otherwise, it was an insult to him.

General Hafra swung his sword with all his strength, severing the head of a demon beast, then collapsed to one knee, exhausted. Raising his head beneath his personal guards' protection, he gazed across the battlefield.

Before he finished speaking, the armed helicopter opened its door and dropped a rope ladder from above, gradually drawing closer to the fishing boat.

Nie Hu thought it over and relaxed—he was dealing with a Primordial Spirit cultivator; they didn't need to worry about such novices as Tian Gang.

Such repeated, unexpected incidents clearly exceeded normal bounds—as the saying goes, when things turn abnormal, demons are at work.

Moreover, since the Heavenly Emperor didn't fully destroy the Immortal Palace, clearly those few priceless treasures had still functioned; otherwise, given the Heavenly Emperor's nature, he would never have allowed the Immortal Palace to remain—surely he would have obliterated it completely.

The tomb robbers grumbled bitterly: the Fifth Demon King himself had come to bury Wu Enqi, and they'd expected treasures rivaling a kingdom's wealth—but all they found was a rusty iron sword, a clay mirror, and a few sets of clean clothes—utterly pitiful.

Li Mingxue and Nan Wuxiang exchanged glances and smiled faintly. Hu Wei saw this and hurriedly asked why she was laughing.

Now, seeing the Pirate King's fleet flee, this deeply displeased Elison, the imperial prince—he had wanted a mutually devastating outcome, yet the Pirate King appeared to have suffered little loss.