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Chapter 160: Target! Hulao Pass!

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Beizhongcheng.

In ancient times, Emperor Yuan Hong of Northern Wei moved the capital to Luoyangcheng and used the latest bridge-building technology from the Southern Liang to construct a floating bridge across the Yellow River, linking Henan with Luoyang; north of the floating bridge, he built Beizhongcheng and stationed a Beizhong General to defend Luoyang.

Now, it has become a temporary command post.

Yuanshen entered Yecheng, declared himself emperor, pardoned the rebel troops of the Liuzhen, incorporated them into his ranks, and granted them official titles and noble ranks.

No

That evening, as Ye Xiaochen finished his meal at home, he heard another shocking piece of news: the village was planning to raise funds to build a Mountain God Temple in that strange forest.

The footsteps dragging through the snow and wind gradually stopped; the old monk’s brow twitched slightly as he turned his head to look behind him.

The three elders also had no objections; after reaching a decision, they dispersed. Ling Xiaochen bid farewell to the sect master and stepped out of the hall.

Cultivators are not true immortals; unless they reach the Nascent Soul realm, they cannot survive long on Qi alone without eating.

Ling Qi smiled sweetly, gazing deeply at Kong Lan—she still felt the same: as long as Kong Lan was by her side, she asked for nothing more.

Lin Sixian sat silently by the window, his face grim, eyes lowered, fixed on a single point on the floor. Mo Caisu’s expression was equally terrifyingly dark.

“Oh, are you so certain I’ll help you?” Wu Shuang gazed calmly at them, then suddenly fixed her eyes on Yun Bibo.

Song Yongqing changed the subject, asking trivial questions about whether the villa was fun, what they usually did in daily life, and other meaningless topics.

“It seems… I don’t remember them. Maybe they’ve been gone for a long time,” Song Ruyu stammered.

Murong Qing watched her determined face, and a wave of helplessness spread through her heart—how could she bear to let her go? But her own life was nearly spent; if she didn’t do what needed doing while she still could, she feared it would be too late when the day finally came.

Although the Demon Clan Emperor’s power was terrifyingly immense, Mu Yi did not retreat; instead, his battle spirit surged even higher. Now, he lacked precisely such an opportunity—and when he sensed the threat of death, that fist intent began to stir.

Chaozi had deliberately smashed it—he’d hoped to break one brick and make Tang Yuanshan feel the loss. You’re already so rich; taking a few bricks from you and you still complain? Let me teach you a lesson.

Of course, this wind current can also be left alone until you’ve gathered the other four Guardian Knights’ powers; once you combine all five, you can challenge the final boss of the King’s Ruins: Hammer King Pineapple Ding.

In truth, the ancestor sleeping in this grave may not even recognize the descendants bowing before him; besides, he was just a humble farmer in life, poor his whole life, leaving this world bare and empty—how could he possibly protect you? If he were meant to bring wealth, he would have gained it in life.

The last man was a seemingly dull youth named Wang Cheng, the only one not surnamed Su. But since Su Chongshan chose him, there must be a reason—and this man was absolutely trustworthy.

Lin’s father, angered that Zhang Dajun had disrespected him, directly issued a challenge.

Awards for Best Makeup, Fireworks, and Set Design were never taken seriously or valued highly—they were merely supplementary, often reserved as consolation prizes for losers.

What happens when sand collides with wood? Naturally, the sand is pierced and shattered. Fortunately, Mu Yi’s power was nearly infinite; once he realized his will was the weakness, he fused directly with the Ember Lamp, using the ember’s flame to barely resist the opponent’s will.

Yuan Min, with her high-powered military binoculars, discovered that behind the ninth level of the tower lay an exit, connected by a suspension bridge stretching to the other side of the mountain; the ice crystals on the bridge were clearly visible, and above it, traces of steps could be seen.

“Also, think carefully about the scariest movie you’ve ever seen—that scene…” Lin Ye added.

On Wu Lan’s side, upon discovering Wu Yi trapped in enemy encirclement, he immediately sent messengers to contact Liu Gui, while personally leading his troops northward in a charge. But Wu Lan’s men were mostly elderly and weak; after two consecutive charges, they could not break the enemy’s encirclement and suffered heavy casualties.

I’m truly grateful now that I received this Time-Space Pagoda. Without it, I have no idea when I would ever have truly stepped into the Divine Realm.

This Huang Lingse essence is used as the final celestial ingredient in refining the Transformation Spirit Pill—the “Spirit King Liquid.” The Spirit King, in the classification of celestial treasures, has already approached the high-grade category of celestial essences.

Among the upper-level Divine Emperors of Tianlan City, none aboard their flying vessels could match that super flying vessel. Thus, they could only fly at full speed, hoping to reach Tianlan City sooner, praying that something might still remain there.

Imagine if I had enough Chaos Holy Fruit—how many super experts could I create? It’s not impossible that within a thousand years, I could produce a Divine Emperor. After all, Chaos Holy Fruit is an existence that defies heaven itself.

Many people who fish for yellow eels like to form a ring with their thumb and index finger, partially submerging it in water, then gently flicking it; the friction between air and water produces a sound like “gul…dong…gul…dong…”

“I told you, Xie Hao drowned himself—the people by the river all saw it,” the middle-aged man sneered, his face expressionless.

Duobao looked at Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya, consulted silently with Wu Dang, and decided to take them all back—after all, Jie Sect disciples were already numerous; one more didn’t matter, as long as the destined ones didn’t escape.

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