Chapter 690: The Soul-Summoning Envoy

"Come closer." Xiao Yu landed on a hillside covered in a thin layer of snow and beckoned to Meng Huo below.

Meng Huo did not hesitate; he immediately let go of the reins, pressed his right hand against the hilt of his broadsword, and strode up the hillside.

Upon getting closer, he could see her features and temperament even more clearly.

Vermilion lips and powdered face, phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows like smoke, hair tied in a Daoist bun, dressed in plain clothes—she looked easygoing and approachable, a true cultivator of the Dao... This was her face after minor adjustments, compared to...

Ever since Bu Qianhuai defeated Zhang He, no one had questioned the substance of his strength, and Bu Qianhuai's popularity had soared; at least many martial artists in the Qiwu Dao recognized him.

Feng Tai also brandished his maces to welcome Ma Ling. The halberd swung a ball of raging flames at the edge of the sky, while the maces struck a lump of cold ice from the North Sea. The two fought in a tangle inside the granary's auxiliary gate, one moment up, one moment down, back and forth. Before they knew it, they had exchanged over ten rounds without a clear winner.

"The situation isn't bad yet, but the Mistress should also pay attention to who the target is and who can be won over!" Old Auntie Jin said with profound meaning.

Jing He's lips curled up bit by bit, her beautiful face facing the sunset like a large blooming lotus. Sui Zifeng watched, feeling his heart jump wildly, unable to look away.

"Die!" Old Jiu let out a roar and jumped straight down from the city wall, holding a bone knife in both hands, using the momentum of the descent to hack directly at the Titan Ape's head.

Jing He had already arranged for the idlers to be cleared out and left Zi Ying to guard the door before helping her grandfather to sit down.

After his vision recovered, Duanmu Qianming wanted to sit up from the bed, but he didn't expect a piercing pain to radiate from his waist and abdomen, causing him to gasp and sweat to bead on his forehead. He didn't dare to move further, fearing he would tear his wounds.

"Notify the Qilin Legion to rush at full speed to the lower reaches of the North-South Boundary River to support the Gui-segment city defense. They must arrive within one hour," Ma Jun ordered, staring at the sand table.

Although everyone was helpless, they obediently followed their instructions, either leaving the floor or returning to their own dormitories.

"Lingling hasn't come out yet. She'll be worried if she comes out and can't find us," Ma Juan said hesitantly.

The other nine were all subordinates of Chang Qing and Xuan Xu. When Xia Lei left Purple Moon City, they had stayed in the City Lord's Mansion for these years, practicing diligently. Many of them had achieved higher-level improvements and breakthroughs.

Jian Qianqian and Qiao Yang were both startled. Before Qiao Yang could do anything, Jian Qianqian, protective of her child, couldn't bear it anymore and subconsciously reached out, fiercely pushing Luo Qi.

When people can't sleep, their hearing becomes exceptionally sharp, not to mention that this was the wilderness, and this fellow Dai Dong had superhuman hearing.

The eagles' habitat was destroyed, making it naturally harder for them to survive. Perhaps they migrated, or perhaps they all starved to death in the end. In any case, since then, the figure of eagles was rarely seen in Changle Village.

Duo Changzai Ye was a man of few words. He first brought over the clothes that Wan Xi had worked on, then his hands flew nimbly with needle and thread, and he began to work.

As the saying goes, things are valued for their scarcity. If he agreed to the Bow Spirit's demands easily every time, once the habit of being responsive to every request was formed, how would he satisfy the Bow Spirit's insatiable greed in the future?

"Alright, if you've made your decision, then of course I will support you," Xiao Yang said, looking at Xuanyuan Qingman with some delight.

Wan Xi had once thought about borrowing the Ninth Master to pass a note to Liu Tongxun, but she was always afraid of being abrupt, so it was delayed.

Fu Heng took a deep breath to suppress his heartbeat, pushed the door open, and then closed it tightly behind him. Seeing this action, Wan Xi couldn't help but feel her face heat up again, and she hurriedly turned her back.

Wang Junlin, on the other hand, intended to start retreating to the rear at the first opportunity. The entire battle line began to pull back, leaving behind corpses and blood, which were trampled over by those rushing from the rear. ===== CHAPTER 691 =====