Chapter 122: The Array for Refining Ten Thousand People

Although Chen Ye said on his lips that he would find a place to sleep, he did not immediately descend into the town; instead, he rode the Black Whirlwind in circles again and again.

The Monk Bu Mei asked in confusion, "Why does the benefactor do this?"

Chen Ye explained, "I fear there is an ambush."

Ever since the duel on the arena platform, Chen Ye had known he possessed no talent in this regard; once his mind grew hot, he was prone to making mistakes.

From then on, he reminded himself to be doubly cautious.

The Green Spirit Fox was extremely cunning; it hid in the jungle and bolted, but very unfortunately, the direction the Green Spirit Fox charged was exactly where Jiang Zhuofang was hiding.

Seeing Fan Kong before him, who had never shown hostility, Di Yu knew that when he killed that Gai Zhu back then, he had already made himself an enemy.

At this moment, the Wine-Devouring Child took the form of a handsome youth; he looked at Xu Yi and said with a smile.

"I do not know why, but recently Pearl has always been distracted; in severe cases, she falls into a coma, remaining unconscious for several days. After waking, her expression is haggard, as if she has suffered extreme torment," Xing Ao said, his words filled with heartache.

He leaped up, the sharp blade seeming capable of cutting through anything; it extended its arm to block, and the sharp blade left a white scar on its arm. The blade was a good blade, but the user found it difficult to bring out its true strength.

As a doctor, these silver needles could be called the foundation of his livelihood, yet at this critical moment of life and death, he could no longer care about so many things.

Under Bai Shu's influence, Ye Taoling had long ceased to be that Peach Lord who cared only for herself, was purely selfish, and thought only of living and dying.

Ye Qian froze, freezing for only an instant, and then he was dead. Ye Qian sat dazed on the ground, his eyes lifeless, as if he had lost his soul. Having schemed against such monsters that lived for tens of thousands of years, today he was actually tricked by a boy of over ten years old; he had lost, and he died right before his eyes.

Everything seemed like futile effort; Lin Yu originally intended to ignore it, but such strange events occurring one after another truly made it impossible to rest or eat in peace. Yet from this experiment with Yao Xi, it appeared that those who could provide absorbable thought power to his divine consciousness sea all shared a very deep bond with him.

Bai Shu knelt clumsily on the ground, constantly kowtowing to Miss Ma; Lin Jian could only hear the bang, bang, bang sounds of Bai Shu's head contacting the ground. Within a few moments, Bai Shu's forehead had been cut open by the scattered stones on the ground; bright red blood mixed with dust, staining Bai Shu's handsome face filthy and dirty.

During the six-month consolidation period in the past, the Red Nineteenth Army, like other units of the Red First Army, received strong support from the Tianjing side regarding weaponry issues.

Three minutes later, the Minotaurs on the battlefield decreased by sixty or seventy; the Minotaur Shamans were almost completely wiped out by Liu Tian.

The atrocities of the federal army sparked spontaneous resistance among the people whose homes had been burned. These acts of resistance further convinced Sherman's routed troops of Kentucky's rebellion, making the burning and killing even more insane.

After experiencing it personally, Ye Yuxuan immediately had precise calculations in his mind. In full state, the body could sustain damage for zero seconds without any injury; within two seconds, death would not occur, but the body would be injured. Above zero seconds, the body could shatter and die at any time.

The time, place, and occasion were all wrong, but according to custom, an introduction was still necessary. My current name is I ○ Makoto, and my current identity is... an ordinary player of Sakino Academy.

"As you command," several generals replied, walking toward the entrance of the main tent; on them, the spirit of the past could no longer be seen.

Ethnic fusion was not that urgent in the short term; as long as it did not lead to a recurrence of the An Lushan Rebellion, Xue Chongxun would not need to worry about it in this lifetime. However, if the problem remained as it was in history, perhaps after guarding Youzhou, a rebellion like the An Lushan Rebellion might occur elsewhere, making it truly impossible to guard against.