Chapter 94: 93. Coffin Nails (4K, 1/2)

93. Coffin Nails (4K, 1/2)

"The Karma Fire Body-Scorching Great Wheel Sutra ranks as the second chapter of the True Treasury section of the Great Grade Heart Elixir Sutra.

To cultivate this method, one must first draw forth great karmic force to burn through one's entire body, inside and out.

Only then can one plant a lotus within the flames…"

As Zhou Chang's gaze settled upon this cultivation method, the Karma Fire Body-Scorching Great Wheel Sutra, line after line of text began to arrange themselves rapidly within the field of vision of his left eye.

The very first threshold of cultivating this method that he saw was—drawing forth great karmic force to burn clean

Because she had to add friends first and then pull people into the room, Su Wanbai directly created a temporary discussion group.

The protagonist Sean is written as an ordinary person; his personality is the sort that is neither exactly kind, nor would he actively do bad things—even when it comes to something that harms others to benefit himself, he would hesitate, but in the end might still do it; a person always has to think of themselves.

So although Tony Stark's sudden attack surprised them, they still dodged it with ease.

Constable Ji had originally been alone; seeing the child pitiable, he took him in as an adopted son and let him take the surname Ji, naming him Ruchen.

Everyone had assumed Tokugawa Gouyu would win dominantly, but now it seemed Tokugawa Gouyu was instead being suppressed by Lu Yuan.

Ni Pei quietly glanced back to see if anyone had noticed them, then beckoned to the two with her hand; the three of them put their heads together.

Blood Skin summoned a human-skin sealing diagram, shrouding the sky above Yi Fan, within which streaks of blood-light were eerie and terrifying.

This resulted in the esports club presently having no shortage of top-tier experts, but lacking that sort of steady, reliable middle backbone who could hold the line online.

Perhaps he had never truly forgiven this so-called father, and had never forgotten everything Leng Yiqing had done to his mother.

From a distance, it looked quite imposing, and demonstrated the Hong family's standing within Chiyang City.

He was very clear on He Chengze's abilities—whether in business or entertainment, he could be called a generation's overlord; moreover, he controlled a very powerful force, possessing an empire of power hidden from everyone's gaze; even a mere stamp of his foot could send the entire business world into a great earthquake.

He came, not to negotiate, but to fight. Whether by wits or by strength, Jun Xie came openly and spoke plainly.

Regarding her decision, Mute Mother had felt a vague trace of worry at first. But seeing the smile on her face growing ever happier, she let it go.

Old Master flashed over the wall, directly using his first skill 【Sage's Admonition】 to yank the seemingly crazed Baili Xuance before him, interrupting his mauling of Li Bai.

A Jing Kingdom armored soldier had his chest pierced through by the opponent's sharp sword; the soldier, enduring the pain, threw down the shield in his hand, fiercely gripped the sword thrust into his chest, and with the blade in his right hand hacked viciously at the opponent, roaring "Kill~" from his mouth.

Lin Yuyan, in her sleep, let out a soft moan, feeling as though something was touching her thigh.

Zhang Tianqi had only risen to prominence these past few years; he hadn't heard about too many things, but his strength was very great—no one knew what level he had reached.

The lamplight shifted shapes in Hua Muchen's eyes, flickering in and out on his cheeks, just like his indecisive heart.

Fei Nancheng had been watching her closely; the moment she picked up her phone, his expression finally eased somewhat.

Damn it—every time before He Chengze, he found it impossible to control his own words and actions.

Ji Du's heart instantly swelled with joy. The overall situation was settled. From now on, Lin Nuan Nuan was his child. And Lin Nuan Nuan herself would know it too. At the thought of this, the corners of his mouth began to curl up, and he couldn't stop them.

Free of cares, his body felt light; having been busy for several months straight, now that he was rarely idle, Yin Zhen exhaled deeply, the lines on his face relaxing somewhat. In a good mood, his steps were larger; before long, he arrived at Huizhu's courtyard.

Liao Qizhen said no more, finishing the wine in his cup. Moved by feeling, he immediately took up his brush and wrote a farewell poem. The others read it and praised it one after another. Then several others, their poetic spirits stirred, also wrote a few poems.