Chapter 117: 115. Gestating the Wraith (2/2)

115. Gestating the Wraith (2/2)

"Heh."

Zhou Chang watched the uncanny raw lacquer rushing along the thought-silk toward his face, and he grinned.

At the flick of a thought, thread after thread of blood-red flame flowed along the thought-silk, igniting the uncanny raw lacquer clinging to it—

"Whoosh!"

Surrounded on all sides by raging blood-fire, the puddle of uncanny raw lacquer had nowhere to flee, and at once shed layer upon layer of scorched, dried lacquer skin!

From within the black-yellow raw lacquer, wretched shrieks kept ringing out; it was caught in the net woven by the thought-silk

This was probably because those people had already died in the game, and naturally their names had been erased, becoming a blank sheet of paper.

Xu Fan naturally could not say this was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, otherwise he could not explain how he knew about this matter.

Indeed it should center on Yue Lianshuang, but regarding Kang Mengqing's matter, Shen Qingyun was also somewhat self-opinionated.

"Even a Transformation God cultivator can be frozen to death?" Mo Chuan was stunned. No wonder—even he, a Refining Void cultivator, felt a bit of cold. It seemed this Extreme West land was truly extraordinary.

Upon hearing his master's wife's gentle call, Zhang E's eyes welled with tears, and he nodded excitedly. Following his master's wife, feeling the warmth from her palm, it was as if the whole world had become peaceful and beautiful.

The radiance of a Heaven-grade magic artifact shone brilliantly, instantly making those of the same realm feel boundless suppression. Xu Fan's side's outer disciples did not restrain themselves either, all looking at the others with pride.

Previously it was because of this concern, but wanting to make Ares happy, they decided to let them get engaged first.

Likewise, as Jiang Jiu's soul burned, the position of the divine tree's roots began to glow with a moist green light spreading within, until this green light completely covered the origin divine tree, and the divine tree would regain vitality amid collapse.

Ian voluntarily shut off the ice flame, the strange phenomenon slowly faded, but the smile at the corner of his mouth kept spreading uncontrollably.

Jiang Yun was Qin Huai Zhi's personal designer, leading a team normally dedicated solely to Qin Huai Zhi's clothing, but Qin Huai Zhi rarely called anyone over—it was always Jiang Yun who came over a fixed number of times each month.

In a moment, Luo Leyang hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed toward the restroom, followed by Yan Jue and Ke Jiexi.

The elevator on this side was their private one. It was cold and empty, with no one there. Once in the private room, someone immediately brought tea. Cheng Rongjian raised his wrist to check the time, saw there was still some time, and told Anan to go down. He, meanwhile, held the tea and slowly began to sip it.

He actually didn't make the call because he saw Ding Junqing, but because at the same time he ran into Ding Junqing, he also ran into her ex-husband.

After saying this, he didn't look at Jiang Guangguang again, sat down at the dining table, and began to eat.

This was only because it was Ning Fan. Other cultivators, especially those of the same realm, when faced with such a pursuit, could only desperately flee—where would they have the ability to block the opponent?

In Fengdu City, in the Paradise realm, in Han Yan's room, a streak of escape light appeared, and Ye Qing was right here, standing tall and imposing.

Giving Nan Yu no chance, Tang Huaijin pulled Nan Yu and headed toward his own villa; the villa he lived in was right opposite Mu Qiao's villa.

Chi Youyou and Chi Xinghe—she knew them, because sometimes Qian Zhi'an would take them out to eat and such.

"When great tasks descend upon this person, Heaven blesses our clan to endure forever." A crone like a shaman, clad in straw and cattail bark, her face painted with streaks of multicolored oil paint, swayed her body left and right around a massive bronze sacrificial altar, making some obscure, hard-to-understand movements ordinary people could not achieve.

This move of his was only a habitual feint, not used with full force, and he had no intention of using this move to slay his opponent, but that fierce beast had actually been so easily struck in a vital point by his spinning strike.

She lowered her head slightly, feeling in her heart that she really was having a run of bad luck, running into this high-class rogue again.