Chapter 630: Snow Leopard

The spiritual energy in the Ice Ruins was extraordinarily dense and abundant; even extending a hand could sense it, so thick it felt almost viscous, carried by the freezing wind, causing exposed skin on the face, neck, and wrists to burn like knife cuts when brushed by the breeze.

The pain alone was bearable—as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, such discomfort was easily endured—but the critical issue was that during spellcasting, the true qi in one’s dantian easily resonated with the viscous external spiritual energy, causing one to

After asking me, Liu Xiaolou left immediately and returned only in the afternoon, then waved at me, and I went with Liu Xiaolou to my office.

All four mercenary groups numbered over two hundred members, each member at least at the Primordial Realm, with the leaders and deputies possessing the Martial Master Realm.

Leaving aside the fact that Xu Meizi was feeling a bit jealous right now, Hu Xiangkong, after bringing Qingqing home, eagerly urged her to take out her glasses.

Since the Japanese were fiercely committing their air power, it played right into Peng Dehuai’s hands. Now was the perfect moment to eliminate Japanese air forces in North China. Previously, the scattered Japanese air units had troubled Peng Dehuai; now that they had concentrated their fighters, he would respond. Thus, Peng Dehuai ordered the 3rd and 4th Air Divisions to relocate and gradually enter combat.

Before he could react, a tremendous force surged through the gun’s stock, so powerful it forced him to release both hands.

Although the Jingwu Inn had only twelve rooms, as the first shop in the game world, players who discovered it was located in their own village flocked in to visit.

“No… no more.” Wenrou lowered her head shyly, unconsciously leaning into Chen Luo’s arms, rubbing her forehead against his cheek.

Facing such an ancient demon who had lived countless eons, Ji Shuhan had never dreamed of showing off his skills before Guan Yu—he was more genuine, the more the other would feel at ease.

Then both sheathed their swords; Mo Feiyuan fell straight into the river with a “hua,” his expression one of utter disbelief until death.

The two chatted and laughed their way back to their rooms, preparing to rest for the night before returning to the Penglai Forest the next day to lead everyone to the ruins of the Ten Thousand Swords Palace. At night, Yi Xuan neither lit his furnace to refine pills nor sat in meditation—he simply fell asleep, sleeping soundly.

“No, after I looked at her a few times, she said she fell in love with me, came over to link arms with me, swore she’d grow old with me, and even wanted to have monkey babies.” Ning Peng smiled as he recalled, his face lighting up.

Tao Yiliu kept his eyes shut, countless noises drifting into his perception. He didn’t faint, but his body refused to obey—he couldn’t even tell if he was still gripping the Shang Dao.

The Governor of Tingchao spotted the masks covering their faces; his pupils shrank instantly, cold sweat flooding his entire body.

Jiang Tao looked at Qin Ling’er, visibly delighted, and hurried over, abandoning his work. Qin Yang had sharp eyes—he was astonished: with the college entrance exam so critical, how could she still be working here?

But the arrow was already on the string—it had to be fired. Yano Nakayoshi was supremely confident in his plan, and in a fit of rage, he killed several men from Zhuxia Village as well.

After roughly dozens of breaths, the howling wind finally vanished, and the solid sensation beneath his feet told Zuo Jun he had landed.

Lüqiu Shuai nodded in agreement, leading Yi Xuan through the outer city into the inner city and then back to his residence—this sparked another wave of emotion in Yi Xuan; compared to this place, his Wanshi Village was nothing but a barren wasteland.

Seeing this, the three involuntarily glanced at each other, each reading the confusion in the others’ eyes, silently wiping sweat.

He strode out the door, behind him his foolish demon. After a moment of stunned silence, he happily followed in his footsteps.

He truly liked slacking off and doing nothing, but Zhou Quan wasn’t beyond redemption; laziness aside, he knew when to be lazy and when not to—never slacking off on everything.