Chapter 217: Refining the People Mutiny: The Tree of Sighs!

"Good evening, Master. I'd like to borrow your alchemy pavilion."

Wu Wang rubbed his head and stood up from the ground.

He patted the dust off his clothes and surveyed the dilapidated opera house.

Hmm, the building hadn't collapsed; everything that had happened earlier should have been a memory the ghost master wanted him to see.

He just didn't know why it had triggered a reaction from the Abyss God imprint.

This made Wu Wang suspect the events of that night.

Perhaps it was also connected to

After making contact. Xiang Ruguo decisively concentrated the three units into one. Shifted from mobile warfare to formation warfare. To raid the surveillance outposts the Western Qin Star had set up on neighboring planets.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Zhang Guodong carried a murderous air. Clearly, the secret here was extremely important to the Li family and was not to be leaked.

What Wei Chenxi said wasn't entirely false—after the modifications, Bai Wanru was now nearly flawless from head to toe, especially her skin, as delicate as a baby's. Although Wei Chenxi wasn't inferior to Bai Wanru in other respects, her skin was a notch behind. All things considered, Bai Wanru could win out by a slim margin.

The existence of a dynasty could never rest on the supreme imperial power alone; the art of checks and balances beneath that power was the essence of kingcraft. Checks and balances—two dogs that loathed each other were always far easier to control than dogs that pulled together as one.

"You! How dare you insult me? I'll kill you right now!" Li Lizheng couldn't out-argue Zhang Guodong; his face flushed violently. Crack! —he raised his gun.

Originally he had thought that Ao Chen was already an undying being in this universe. Even if the power he could bring to bear was far inferior to that Destroy God, that Destroy God was also helpless against Ao Chen, that immortal cockroach.

At this point Arslan saw clearly what was happening and shut his mouth in time, letting the Great Ming Emperor himself imagine what might happen next.

Judging by their bearing, their air, and the way they spoke, these two really were a strange pair—fairly brutal and cruel.

A faint bitter smile gradually spread at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth. He looked up, and the sky was filled with pink, astonishingly sticky threads, layer upon layer rolling and spreading, shrouding the entire Evil Lord Sect's sect grounds. Looking up, the sky was densely packed. He didn't know how many layers deep the source array barrier was.

Unconsciously, Hua Weixia herself hadn't noticed that the tone in which she spoke to Qiao Qiao had already taken on an elder sister's "indulgent" doting toward a younger sister.

So long as any cultivator born and raised on the Desolate Star could win the Hidden Dragon Battle and successfully ascend the Hidden Dragon Ranking, the entire Desolate Star would receive the favor of the Heavenly Dao's will; all living beings would be renewed, and the essence of life would receive an extremely obvious elevation.

Because they were spread out, their efficiency was very high. Before the Tartar forces of the Yuan Court had even discovered them, these soldiers of the righteous army had already reached the top of the city wall.

After all, this time it was an order issued simultaneously by many Divine Emperors—one could well imagine how important Lu Zheng was.

He thought of the myth from his past life: Sun Monkey blew on his monkey hair, and Sun Wukong filled the sky, brandishing the Ruyi Jingu Bang, slaying gods when meeting gods, slaying Buddhas when meeting Buddhas.

Now that the old monk thought about this matter again, he felt that what he had done originally really went too far. Zhu Chongba had very good reason for not letting him eat delicious vegetarian dishes and sweet, tasty watermelons. He had nothing to say in reply, and the old monk began to chant sutras to rouse himself.

It was only because Li Jue, with a single order in Shan County in the eastern part of Hongnong Commandery, halted hundreds of thousands of commoners, tens of thousands of Liangzhou soldiers, everyone from the lowliest common folk to the highest Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, and even the supreme Emperor himself—no one could advance a single step.

Su Yanran instinctively took it, then immediately covered her lips with her other hand, almost crying out in shock.

He had never felt this way before, Nie Xiaofeng kept telling himself, but the heaviness in his heart and the never-before-felt sensation of "trembling terror" simply would not fade.