Chapter 136: 134, Void Gods and Mortal Gods (1/2)

134, Void Gods and Mortal Gods (1/2)

The sky was black as ink.

A thin wind passed through the gaps in the wild grass, sweeping over the torches at the front of the mule-drawn cart.

On the torches, the orange-red flames swayed and twisted with the wind.

The flames revealed the shape of that wind—long hair grew from the invisible wind, making the invisible wind tangible.

The black-haired wind rolled across heaven and earth.

Zhou Chang, Yang Rui, Xiao Zhenming, and others crowded around the mule-drawn cart; the black-haired wind swept over Zhou Chang, and the thought-threads covering his body trembled with the wind.

"How many of you do you think could fight a normal Yuanwu Realm person to a draw?" Mo Song's father said, staring straight at Mo Song.

One must know that human hearts are unpredictable; although Xiang Ying was polite to Zhao Xian's other two wives in daily life, to say that this legitimate wife from the imperial family had no guard against them at all would be far too unrealistic.

The villagers watched them leave the entrance of Dayuan Village cart by cart; having successfully organized these people to enter, they satisfiedly retracted the road, and the old man gathered up the eggshells along the way.

Since the military rebellion, Xie Kang had gone to Shu Wang Fu many times and knew that Zhao Xian had become somewhat lazy; if there were no important matters, he would absolutely not run to the Imperial City's Government Hall for no reason.

The formation ghost was originally happy, but suddenly seeing Ao Chuan's ferocious appearance, he was startled and realized he had been too arrogant.

About ten days ago, Zhao Xian himself fabricated an imperial edict ordering the Zongwei Bureau to take Jiangning's garrison commander, Cao Qin, back to the capital; for safety's sake, he also had Zhao Kai, who was capable of handling affairs, make the trip personally, but unexpectedly that squad of Green-Clothed Guards had been gone for ten days with no news.

Most of the time, the temperate continental climate zone is located in the continental interior, far away or isolated by highlands.

Guo Jia narrowed his eyes slightly; Long Huan's army was just west of Pule, right next to Jiangzhou. Jiangzhou Governor Lu Congshou could have sent troops directly into Pule, but now he only sent an envoy, which suggests he either had misgivings or something was tying up Lu Congshou's energy.

"I am thinking about what difference exists between you and me; why did you stay inside for so long and be fine, while I almost overturned? If we can find this difference that caused the effect, we should be able to understand the essence of this gray fog more deeply," the white wolf said.

At the sight of this, I couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath; Laifu's gun barrel was the hardest, and although I could do this too, I absolutely could not do it so easily.

The power of spiritual sense is ethereal and originally unpredictable, with no trace to be found. The records in the Soul-Devouring Art were quite simple, but without anyone to guide the twists and turns, Wu Yi was like someone just sensing Yuan power for the first time, stumbling all the way; although the goal was clear, the process was incredibly arduous.

The cavalry launching the charge instantly crashed hard into the Yellow Turban Warriors rushing to meet them.

Three days later, Chen Hao and Tianxu Zi, along with these array masters, completed this huge formation; after finishing, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

The Purple Sheng Emperor had already perished in the ancient era, which made many people feel he had not truly died, but his death was a fact; yet now Lin Weiwei actually said he had left himself a thread of life! Could it be that he could be resurrected?

It turned out that the ancestor of the Mountain-Moving Daoist was not Han at all; they came from a northern grassland tribe.

After making a brief exploration of the new city, General Mohedu Bian quickly sent a signal into the sky; the red light hung high, visible even from a hundred li away.

"What!" Chen Xiaobin was greatly shocked; could it be that he misjudged, and Huo Xincheng dressed like this just to play the pig to eat the tiger, actually being a scion of a great family?

He knew he shouldn't ask this question, but curiosity kills the cat; if he didn't ask, his heart would itch, so he asked it out.

The long whip, carrying a wind-breaking force, slashed down past Huo Xincheng's clothes and finally crashed heavily onto the duel platform, where a puddle of water quickly appeared.