Chapter 414: 402. Sub-Rank Star Soul Creation

402. Sub-Rank Star Soul Creation

The Dimension Blade formed by the domain cut off the vicious blood vessels that the half-demon's lower body had turned into, but after the rupture, there were still semi-virtual scarlet veins extending outward, leading to the void, remaining connected even across the domain.

"Physical cutting is useless," the half-demon laughed, "I said, she and I are already inseparable."

Upon seeing the deep blood vessels, Li Ang had some perception, which was why he wanted to use the Disintegration Ray for deep cleansing.

"Swish!!" The crimson-purple blade light whistled out, slashing toward the giant crab monster. The monster raised its pair of huge pincers to block it, and with a loud 'Boom', the blade light was actually blocked, but its body swayed backward, almost falling flat on its back.

Sui Renji showed a satisfied smile on his face; he liked ruthless people like Lin Feng—ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to his enemies.

Once he was entangled by the Blood Prison Immortal Emperor, relying on the six great immortal emperors like the Nine-Flower Immortal Emperor might not be enough to keep Lu Qinghe.

Just like that, Qiye walked straight into the Mahavira Hall and saw the Buddha sitting cross-legged, that young... child.

Although he wanted to help humanity solve the Spirit Realm problem once and for all, obviously, things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Hearing about the trip to Baoshan, the furious Shi Feng also calmed down, only staring at Xiao Chen's back, the murderous intent in his eyes never dissipating.

The price is quite fair; the value of this Dragon-Patterned Tripod should be around 800,000 mid-grade spirit jades; it is, after all, produced by the Dragon Clan.

Oda's momentum kept rising, rising to a terrifying level; he finally drew his sword. The confidence he had worked so hard to find back was what earned him this sword draw.

Desperately pulling down her eye mask and taking off her earplugs, Duowu, still wearing a high-end night mask, sat up abruptly. While rubbing her head to signal herself to calm down, she let out heavy wails. Without even looking at the electronic alarm clock beside her, Duowu knew that the time was definitely not past 4:30.

Qin Yunuan didn't know when she had stood at the doorway and said with feigned surprise, "Yo, what's wrong with Mother Zhao?" At this time, Qin Yunuan had changed into a somewhat loose white jacket, draped in a goose-yellow cloak, her hair loose, as if she had just gotten up.

"Didn't you say before that you could form a team by completing specific tasks?" Li Zhishi asked.

Yun Que'er brought breakfast to the inner hall where Li Kui and his mother lived. Hearing Li Kui's words, she knew that Wu Song and Pan Jinlian had not yet consummated their marriage, and she was happy in her heart. Hearing Li Kui tell them to get married that night, she hurried inside.

He waved his hand to the side, and the bamboo hat hanging on the courtyard wall was directly sucked into his hand.

The Prince has power and is handsome; I'm afraid there are few such men in the world. Why wouldn't she like him?

This new discovery excited him so much that he quickly threw away the wood carving in his hand and took out another piece of wood.

The unknown enemy was truly too terrifying. Although Qu Yu was afraid, she still decided to apply the ox tears. At the very least, when the ghost appeared, she would know immediately, so as not to wait for death in ignorance.

"Can't you think of another way? Can't you just destroy that fox demon? If you destroy it, won't Grandpa Chang be saved from dying!" Cao Qin chased Nie Wei outside the Chang family mansion.

Pan Jinlian heard his sincerity and knew it was true, but there was a trace of resentment in her heart, feeling that if he had been intentional, it would have been even better, but this thought was fleeting.

Stepping toward the stairs, suddenly a voice reached my ears, and this voice was very familiar.

However, hindered by Xiaoxiao's infatuated waiting, the Prince's relentless pressure, and the Emperor's helplessness, he married her. If there is resentment, can one really resent him?

And Fang Qiushui was indeed the top disciple under Elder Wu's sect; he was still at ease fighting one against two. Hua Yuqiu took a palm on her shoulder, and Yue Xiawu, as the main force, was somewhat exhausted, her expression very listless. ===== CHAPTER 415 =====