Chapter 129: 127. Summon the Divine, Unveil the Mirror (1/2)

127. Summon the Divine, Unveil the Mirror (1/2)

Zhou Chang showed the compass needle's direction to everyone.

He said: "I didn't expect this compass to point us straight toward Wangzi Village."

In my opinion, since the Black Wasteland Mountain is almost certainly the source of all these strange changes, we should head straight there—perhaps the key to escaping this deadly place lies within the Black Wasteland Mountain.

But this is merely my own view—what do you think?

Liao Hua lifted his head and gazed at the center of the tent, seeing a man in golden helmet and armor, wearing a crimson battle robe, radiating heroic vigor—he was startled, secretly guessing: Could this man be the legendary General Zhao Qian?

After thinking for a long time, Lin Hao's words, though harsh, struck Zhang Deyi as deeply reasonable.

"Since we've missed the best moment to strike, let's rest and recover. I guarantee you: if we seize this winter's sudden heavy snowfall on the grasslands, the Turks won't see next spring." Zhang Nan had no better argument left, so he resorted to his favorite trick—playing the mystic.

It's been a while since I asked for votes! Do you have any recommendations? Any monthly votes? Could you spare a few?

"Even if it's poison, I'll drink it!" Nangong Xiong grabbed the bowl and gulped down a mouthful of medicine so bitter it was unbearable. Lately he'd been drinking this daily; his illness seemed to have improved slightly. His heart still occasionally beat irregularly, but the doctor said there was no serious issue—apparently the medicine had some effect.

The old man's eyes flashed a cold gleam; he lunged toward Xiao Yifeng, unleashing spiritual energy surpassing that of a Gathering Core cultivator—the air shattered like glass, unable to bear the terrifying power of a Spirit-Dispelling cultivator.

Natasha and Hawkeye immediately went on alert, their eyes scanning the command room, finally settling on the decoy pinned beneath the agents.

He also slipped Lin Shan a platinum membership card, saying that in the future, any purchases at this brand's stores would grant him premium member benefits and a fifty-percent discount.

The Dragon Stinger and Dragon Soul squads—one operates externally, specifically targeting those from nations harmful to Huaxia.

"Similarly, I won't hold back!" Feng Ni stared coldly at Leng Yun; the dark-gold Breaker Spear and purple-gold Ziwei Soft Armor appeared simultaneously in his right hand and across his body.

At the last possible moment, another unexpected change occurred. As the black giant hand neared Feng Ni's face, he even smelled the scent of death—when, at the critical instant, a cold snort echoed from within his consciousness.

Zhu Que instinctively shook her head, then her gaze passed over the boy and landed on the two wolf demons lying motionless on the ground.

After completing the mission, I'd already planned to visit the arena district. The first time I went, I only dared to linger at the edges—I never imagined I'd one day walk confidently toward the very center of the arena district.

"Wuming, I'm here… password." A fat man, with disheveled hair and a strange mask identical to the others, appeared outside the prison.

Feng Ni gently unfastened the button on that spot of clothing, revealing a vast expanse of skin, fair as frost and snow, before his eyes.

"Zhang Yong, leave—this is their beast tribe's battle." The human Level Three powerhouse sent a message to Zhang Yong via the light-brain.

"Perfect. As long as Your Majesty and the State Preceptor can handle the two Grand Masters of the Great Wind Empire, I'll take care of the other four Grand Masters from the Four Great Sects. I'm confident I can slay all four before Your Majesty and the State Preceptor decide the outcome of your duel with the Great Wind Empire's pair!" Feng Ni declared with a stern gaze.

Seeing this, the black-clad man with golden trim showed no delight—instead, he scrutinized every rustle and breeze around him with extreme caution.

This red embroidered ball was the very one she had thrown down from upstairs. Now it was back in her hands, unchanged, exactly as it had been.