Chapter 112: Thirty Million Dollars

Cultivators, forced by livelihood, must risk their lives to venture to the outskirts of Tianji Mountain to hunt Profound Beasts and Demonic Beasts for sale; among them, Profound Beasts are the sole source of Profound Crystals.

Once the array's defense is breached, the Desolate Spirits below will be obliterated into ash by thick columns of spiritual power; similarly, if the human battle formation finds a weak point in the Desolate Spirits' gathered Bai Guang and is breached, the human warriors will die silently, their souls unable to escape.

Jiang Yuan crossed her arms, watching the spectacle; she knew Gu Chen Yi was not defending her, but simply disliked this Qin Yuanyuan.

"What did I do? Am I not doing well? I am so young and accomplished, earned hundreds of millions at a young age, and now have secured over a hundred thousand orders. Who is more awesome than me? You are lying to me, right? You want to change masters, right!" He Xuan said somewhat neurotically, beginning to suspect.

Having confirmed the pale blue in Gou Er Dan's eyes, Chang Sheng disregarded asking how he found him; the Red Fish was cultivating in the waterway leading into the Dragon Neck Pool—could it be that its cultivation had gone wrong?

Jiang Yufeng knew what Fu Jinnian meant and knew it was well-intentioned; he pressed his lips together and still spoke words he should not have: "Actually, there is one thing I have always wanted to say: between you and Ye Qingyu, you cannot blame Ye Qingyu entirely."

Behind her, at some unknown time, had followed such a very lecherous fellow; this person wore a set of blue laborer's clothes, had a burly build, lecherous eyes, and looked at her with the gaze of a starving wolf eyeing a rabbit.

Her face bore a sixty-percent resemblance to someone from memory, especially the eyes, yet her personality was completely different.

Lin Yuechu sized Shi Sheng up and down, her eyes like X-rays, seeing straight through Shi Sheng from inside out in an instant.

"What happened to him?" Wang Lei asked anxiously; after all, the other had been his brother for so many years; he could not just stand by and watch Jin Tairan come to harm.

Over a hundred armored vehicles roamed within the fireline, soldiers constantly throwing incendiary shells to fill gaps about to extinguish, waiting only for the mutated beasts to charge out of the inferno to quickly open fire and shoot.

By the time the meal was finished, it was very late; Sister Hui came to take Meng Zhu back to her room, while Si Ying was arranged elsewhere; Meng Zhu did not dare to ask, thinking Si Ying was to be arranged to live closer to Gu Liang.

"Xiao... Lin Yan." Xiao Yan almost spoke his true name, but thinking again, he hurriedly spoke his name, Lin Yan.

Every day she leaned on his shoulder, speaking those words she could not say before; these words could only be spoken to him while he lay in a coma.

Seeing her sword thrust miss me, she felt somewhat surprised; a hint of astonishment appeared on her face, for she was quite confident in her swordsmanship.

The night was hazy; Guo Lin arrived at Young Eagle Island but found no trace of his companions, secretly guessing they were all cultivating diligently on Silver Moon Immortal Island.

She casually picked out a piece of clothing inside, held it against herself to compare, and looked in the mirror; aside from the fabric being truly excellent and the clothes very warm, she really felt no difference from ordinary clothes.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qin let out a long sigh; the man who had been intimate with her all night long made her even more puzzled.

"My father told me. That white warship is the royal carriage. Could it be the Emperor leading the expedition in person?" Yao Ping said.

"Father, I have thought it through very clearly; please grant your blessing!" Her voice, though gentle, was firm, her tone allowing no room for the slightest doubt from others.

"Crack..." The Blood God's Chain Sky Blade collided with the Golden Sky Blade, cracking directly, then shattering with a bang, incredibly fragile.

"What, are you threatening me?" Dian Wanqiu heard the cold snort in Qing Lian's tone and the sneer on Qing Lian's face, and felt a surge of anger rise.

As a trusted confidant of the Howling Heaven Demon Venerable, Huang Quan naturally knew that Xiang Gangtian possessed the Earth-Escape Art; to prevent his escape, he had specifically deployed this technique.

Facing such a quantity of tiles, the Blood Talisman Ghost, having broken free, could not help but show surprise in its green eyes; immediately, it waved its arms, the tentacles on its hands whipping up rolling, fierce gale winds to block the dense rain of falling tiles.

Even Gui Meng was in a state of utter confusion; she had originally thought she would be teleported into Star City, but when the teleportation state ended, what appeared before her was actually Tongtian.

More than a dozen burly men in black suits emerged from all sides, surrounding the place where the sound came from; rows of black gun barrels aimed at the source of the noise.

From another direction, a figure flashed several times, appearing atop the eaves ahead; his gaze was sharp as fire, looking without hesitation at the black-clad expert opposite, who was actually a powerful cultivator at the Earth Origin Realm.

Only a dull sound of metal piercing flesh was heard; the Vajra Soft Blade had deeply embedded itself into the body of a top-tier figure from the Yipin Hall behind Zhang Qian.

High walls and large courtyards, colorful glazed tiles, resembling a general's mansion; what shocked me even more was that after entering the Black Bear Demon's residence, I saw that the servants were ghosts, and even the lowly underlings were ghosts.

Among the Four Holy Ancestors of Lei Ting Sect, Sect Master Lei Ze held the weakest power; whether in resources controlled or personnel, he fell short of the other three, yet he was paradoxically the nominal true leader of Lei Ting Sect.

"Right now, there are many vacant planes here; let us settle down first and wait until the war is over; let us hope we are the victors!" Lucifer finally cast this thought aside; the Bright Angel's army movements were very frequent, so Lord Jiang Hao must have made his move, and he could not just wait idly.

Heaven, my heavens, the original Er Zhuang was not playing a prank; he had foreseen the new danger. This truly is having pursuers behind and fierce tigers ahead; is it truly a dead end?

"If I spent every day in constant fear of being killed by others, I would have died several years ago and never lived to the present." Wu Xin smiled and said lightly.