Chapter 142: 140. Mountain Grave (8K, 1/1)

140. Mountain Grave (8K, 1/1)

Under Zhou Chang's insistent demand, the remaining two red threads were still drawn from Xiao Dahu by Yang Rui and wrapped around Zhou Chang.

The Spring Plague Ghost, already transformed, turned into green smoke just as before, seeping into Zhou Chang's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Zhou Chang experienced the alternating symptoms of cold and heat in his body twice again.

But these two episodes of symptoms were each weaker than the last.

As the karmic fire within his body burned through the 'Spring Plague' circulating throughout his limbs, a tuft of 'Ghost and Demon Bone

Suddenly, the black light erupted like a volcano, surging forth like a torrent that struck the ancient Undying Phoenix with tremendous force, triggering a low yet earth-shattering explosion.

"My lord, we should arrive not far ahead, but I usually travel alone and do not know that leader; there should be more demonic beasts around here," the Black Nether Demon Mastiff replied in beast tongue, informing Su Yi.

At this moment, the Cangyun Hall faction blocking the way had already crossed the void; Shi Susu stood at the forefront, her face masked by frost, her long sword enveloped in a glow of primal energy.

Wang Xiu frowned slightly, stepped back once more, then crossed the arm blocking above to his left side.

"It's not just bad; I fear there is disaster!" Several travelers accompanying the caravan heard this news, their faces turning pale with fright, and could not help but interject.

Having already reached the first realm of the Yuan Domain, plus the Eightfold Realm of the Devouring Desolation Sky-Shaking Beast, it would not be easy for the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance to pull off any tricks.

However, injuries of this severity had occurred many times within the Nether Mansion; it was just that with enemies pursuing from behind, there was no time to deal with it.

After one round of attacks, the light barrier remained unmoved; the many powerful figures of the Human Race immediately cried out in disbelief, for among them, any single one possessed far greater cultivation than Yan Tianxi.

"Someone, bring me new medicine!" Unwrapping the bandages on his body to inspect the wound that was bleeding again, Bai Wei called out to the door.

"Moonlight Armor? What do you want me to do with it? I don't fight people." Mi Tu looked at the Moonlight Armor folded into a square and stuffed it back into Cheng Yu's hand.

"That scarf in the shop is so beautiful; let's go take a look." Yan Lu'er frantically struggled free from his embrace and dashed away like a streak of smoke.

Hua Yueling also looked in the direction Sister Arolin was gazing, but found nothing; even his current detection skills could not achieve this, so one could imagine just how far Sister Arolin could see.

"That goes without saying; just look at who I am. I am the handsomest under heaven and above earth." Qin Hu flicked his hair, wearing an expression of supreme narcissism, speaking as if it were absolute truth.

Hua Yueling also knew that relying solely on such attacks would have no effect, but what other option was there?

Song Chunhou's face turned somewhat ugly; it was he who had originally proposed the betrothal, and now his grandson Song Daye wanted to voluntarily dissolve the engagement, which would be a slap in his face and plunge the Song family into disgrace.

She walked over to William An'an, shoved him aside, followed behind Beiming Zixiu, and left without looking back.

Seeing that Musiqi's current condition made walking on her own impossible, Lin Dongyang did not hesitate; he first carried Musiqi out of the car on his back, then closed the car door.

He wore a purple Taoist robe, his long hair flowing like an ancient figure; though he appeared aged, he radiated immense power.

The score Xu Meng was playing and singing at that moment was one she had composed and arranged herself; paired with her ethereal and beautiful voice, the effect was quite explosive, and after only a few lines, many in the onlookers were already subtly entranced.

Wang Dongcheng was among those in their circle whose family influence ranked at the very bottom.

Guan Yu raised the Green Dragon Blade, clashing with that blade light; Guan Yu retreated several steps, and the cracks on the Green Dragon Blade grew significantly larger.