Chapter 83: 82, The Dog's Deceit (4K, 2/2)

82, The Dog's Deceit (4K, 2/2)

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Zhou Chang took the black, lustrous Sky-Iron Nine Palaces from Luo Bu Dunzhu, and immediately, the sound of chanting the Six-Syllable Mantra began to surround his ears.

His spirit, following that solemn and fervent chanting, gradually grew calm.

This Sky-Iron Nine Palaces indeed possesses true efficacy.

It is not one of those so-called magical artifacts that only serve as mere props.

The so-called Six-Syllable Mantra is also known as the Six-Syllable Great Brightness Mantra.

Ling Yihan was stunned, his face showing joy; even if the Golden Pavilion protects you, what of it? Tomorrow, when I challenge you, I can still rightfully cripple you.

The porcelain-fused secret room was extremely solid; although it shook, the isolation array had already been destroyed. No matter how Xiuyue shouted, Anzi simply would not open the door.

With things said to this extent, Ye Haochuan knew that staying here would only make things more awkward, so he obediently walked out.

After hearing this, Zhao Wusu smiled slightly: "Since it is you, you may go to death with peace of mind. Marriage Flower, Marriage Flower, sever the bond and extinguish the fate, activate, die." He wanted to watch Yan Zhen's death, yet Yan Zhen did not move a single bit.

After killing Qianrou, Mo Yunshang slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Although he had not hesitated for a moment during the fight, there had once been a past between the two; to say he felt absolutely nothing after killing Qianrou with his own hands would be an absolute lie.

Wang Chen and Wu Fuming were still hiding in the shadows; more precisely, there were three people, with another one, Dora, hidden even more secretly. Wang Chen knew that Wu Fuming did not know of Dora's existence.

Her gaze fell upon her own severed arms; if she could retrieve them and beg the Lady, perhaps the Lady, seeing her hard work and great merit, would expend some precious medicines to reattach them.

These two originally close friends had quarreled many times over these past few days because of the incident involving Ye Haochuan and the other two.

"So I have won; you will die beneath my sword." Yan Zhen gripped the sword hilt, pointing the cold blade straight ahead.

"Eh?" Li Kaixiong looked at his empty hands, then at the Holy Tree in Lin Yi's hand, and was greatly shocked.

Just as Gao Qing was about to return to his room, that black shadow appeared again. This time, Gao Qing did not turn around; he knew that if he truly encountered that thing, one look back would immediately extinguish the three fires on his body, and by that time, even if he wanted to run, he would not be able to.

After a dull thud that made one's scalp prickle, the burly urban management officer, like a sandbag beaten away, traced a parabola through the air, knocked down two companions, then crashed heavily into the concrete wall behind him, and upon hitting the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puf".

In Washington, at the White House, the One-Eyed Director briefly briefed the President on his conversation with the White Empress, causing the President's face to darken as if submerged in water.

"Hmm, at least that aura feels about the same as mine." Meng Zhi nodded, paying no attention to the expressions of the several beasts.

The crowd simply watched, eyes wide, as those two youths were swallowed in one gulp by the toad spirit into that bottomless giant mouth, leaving no sound whatsoever.

"I won't listen to your nonsense; I just want to ask you, why did you occupy my body? What exactly are your intentions?" Lei Chen's face changed, adopting a vicious expression, looking as if a schizophrenic patient were talking to himself.

Hearing the intermittent gunfire, Meng Qi only wanted to shoot that brainless thing dead, but obviously, now was not the time.

A steady and powerful voice came from the side; his voice could certainly qualify him to be a host or something, but his words were laced with bullets, the sarcasm within them intensely thick.

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan looked utterly confused; he had already forgotten the system's mission, and now it had been completed at this very moment?

Heaven did not betray his efforts; although the forging imprint method of the Tianlin Ganger Sword was complicated, after five days of repeated practice, Chen Luo had basically mastered it.