Chapter 167: All Lies

In the lands of the Southern Wilderness, there exists a forbidden ground known as Green Coffin Mountain.

Green Coffin Mountain stretches for eight hundred li, towering into the clouds. If one were to fly above the cloud layer and look down, they would discover that Green Coffin Mountain lives up to its name, truly resembling a coffin spanning eight hundred li.

The mountain body overall presents a deep blue-black hue; this color is not the lush green of abundant vegetation, but rather lies between antique bronze and stern bluestone. The winding, undulating ridge line resembles the intricately carved edge of a coffin lid.

Shen Lie landed accurately at the predetermined spot. When Gu Youran embraced him, she discovered his entire body was damp, with cold sweat beading on his forehead, clearly indicating his psychological tension had reached its peak and the burden he carried was immense.

"This is the infiltrator telling us that we cannot leave now," Fox explained to him. "To get out, we must withstand the attacks of the Bio-Ghosts they have released and survive until the game ends. Only then will the iron gate open, allowing us to depart!"

When Naruto rushed into the forest, he saw a scar-faced man grinning viciously at him, holding a brightly gleaming great blade in his hand.

"Enough; if you cannot figure it out, then stop thinking about it. Shouldn't we find a place to rest?" Although absorbing the essence blood of over a hundred people had made Zhao Xin more energetic, he still occasionally felt a trace of fatigue, and rest was the best way to dispel it.

"With an octopus this large, it will surely taste excellent when grilled." Naruto extended one hand, consuming a sliver of faith power to heat it; instantly, his jade-like arm turned golden, taking on the color of pure gold.

How could they not wish to return to the Lady's side? If they truly had no desire to return, they could have hidden their identities and lived quietly somewhere for the rest of their lives ever since escaping death.

"Rui'er's intention is excellent." Baoyuan nodded to me, then turned to Ouyang Jiong and said, "Minister Ouyang, Consort Xu now wishes to take you as her master. When you have leisure, please guide her somewhat; do not decline, Minister." Having spoken, he cast a glance at me. Seeing this, I immediately performed the rites of a disciple, leaving Ouyang Jiong no choice but to accept.

The so-called spiritual power refers to strength derived from spiritual energy. Since there are different methods to transform spiritual energy into power, this has evolved into various distinct schools.

The burly man let out a cold shout, raising his dagger. Similarly, a beam of earth-yellow light shot forth, colliding with Su Su Mubai's sword radiance. Brilliant flames erupted as the energies exploded and canceled each other out, leaving neither party injured.

"I truly lose to the two of you!" Sun Fengzhao shook his head with a helpless sigh of lament, drawing a mischievous laugh from Hua Jue.

This return was both a visit home and an hope to meet Han Linfu. After all, engaged in underground intelligence work, she had some knowledge of upper-level developments; knowing he had been released from prison and joined the 41st Army of the Kuomintang, she hurried back.

Xia Xun did not even need to form hand seals; he simply opened a light barrier, enveloping everything within. He neither feared outsiders discovering them nor worried about forced entry.

Ye Feng sat in meditation before the Fire Scorpion Formation, reviewing the pharmacopoeia left behind by the Yelu army. Among its contents was a pill-refinement method that borrowed the properties inherent in external objects to bolster one's own magic power, imbuing attacks with additional effects to inflict shocking damage upon enemies.

Both of them had seen this film; it was a magnificent work, and losing to it was hardly unjust.

Coupled with her pleasant way of speaking and the tone and gaze of pure admiration she directed at you, few men could truly resist.

"I will deal with the Elementalist myself!" Ye Xiao Qingcheng's next words caused them to shudder violently.

In Fanning, green grass and trees flourished, with ranges of mountains and patches of forest serving as barriers. The climate here is perpetually humid, warm, and rainy; consequently, most houses are bamboo towers, designed for ventilation and heat dissipation.

In an instant, her expression became dazed; the medicine bowl slipped from her hand. The hot medicinal soup splashed across her skirt, pouring down over her shoes and scalding her feet until they burned with pain.