Chapter 655

Xiao Yu heard vibrations coming from above the distant river and guessed that another attack by the Jiaoren had begun.

She had awakened from her meditative sitting and prepared to go out and take a look.

But the old Jiaopo 's words made her stop, displeased.

"I'm just a novice Buddhist nun who just arrived—I haven't even seen any outsiders. How could enemies come looking for me?"

"I understand your desire to ask me for help."

"But if you want someone to help you, you must show honesty and sincerity—don't play games with this—"

Xu Xiaxia didn't recognize him. If someone from Chen Family Village were here, they'd recognize him—he most resembled the Flying Giant Rat in appearance, and was in fact the son of the Flying Giant Rat, Chen TianShu, whom the rat admired and respected.

Eventually, it evolved like similar weak states—such as Xiangguo, Zhongli, and Zhoulai—and was absorbed into the systems of the great powers.

Rays of colored light flew out from the Immortal Stele, coalescing into a massive Immortal Sword that slashed through Shenling Ming's attack and continued toward Shenling Ming itself.

After returning from Old Chen, Xia Qing called Shangguan Wanqiu, warning her to be careful, then headed for Qiushui Martial Arts Hall.

At that moment, a cold voice rang out, and in the next instant, a frigid energy condensed, freezing the entire lake surface at once.

Later, Beast Soul cultivation was gradually phased out amid the upheavals of the great era, but descendants of those ancient Beast Soul cultivators still carried ancestral Beast Soul power within their bloodlines—so even in this age, some Beast Soul cultivators still appeared, though rarely.

The description and function of the Dice of Fate changed: it transformed from a special item capable of actively setting rules into an ordinary cheat's die, even altering its appearance to bear the common folk's dot patterns.

Capricorn's strength was no joke—his palms rivaled divine weapons, and his domain was bizarre, capable of dragging opponents directly into illusions, magnifying their deepest fears infinitely.

The Dark Dragon's demonic flames struck the Rhinoceros Beast, igniting its entire body; it rolled on the ground in agony.

The bird-shaped flying device indeed bore traces of mechanical artifice—its overall structure was dark, wooden, and its wings showed faint, constantly shifting support frameworks, with metallic components gleaming within.

Li Yuanji was Li Yuan's son, the illustrious Prince of Qi of the Great Tang; no matter how much he erred, Li Yuan would never punish him severely—perhaps just scold him a few times. But if I made any mistake, it would mean losing my head.

"What can you offer?" Yekaterina leaned against the railing, one leg crossed over the other, exuding irresistible charm.

Zhou Chu watched Shen Chunhua's pale white legs pacing back and forth, his heart itching. From behind, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, greedily inhaling the scent from her neck.

"Where could this be?" Li Ning wondered, deeply suspicious. In her memory, the Xiaoyao Sect had never ordered disciples to wear Daoist robes—and she had never seen these people or this courtyard before.

"Yes, Chairman Zheng." No matter what, Zhou Chu still held profound respect for this elder who had risen and fallen three times and utterly transformed the fate of Huaxia.

"Gege, you've had too much to drink!" Mei Mo, having just tidied the bed, turned and saw Leng Yu guzzling wine; she frowned slightly in warning.

The two watched Rong'er's fluid, uninterrupted tea-making motions; only when Rong'er finished pouring did they realize Mei Mo and Leng Yu were both staring at her—her face flushed with embarrassment.

Mu Ximei lifted her head at these words and smiled—a smile so enchanting and dazzling that those around her could barely open their eyes.

Li Ning was angry, and the demon child was even angrier. His cultivation had been reduced from late Stage Two to mid Stage Two by Li Ning's arrow—now he could control only corpse monsters within three zhang.