Chapter 139: White Fog Miasma Land

Not far away, behind a mountain, a disciple was stabbed and knocked down by a person dressed entirely in green, fully wrapped up, with only two eyes showing.

Here Xu Ying was discussing with Zhang Ru about making a steamed bun with bright-leaf vegetables for dinner tonight, when there Zhao Jing came again to summon Xu Ying, saying the private room's guests had finished eating and wanted the boss to come over because they had something to say.

This was an elite troop; every soldier had two bird feathers stuck in his head, and a murderous aura surged skyward. Two thousand men and horses, yet they carried the galloping momentum of a vast army.

The autumn rain grew more urgent, pattering on without end, washing the fresh blood on the main street into streams that flowed into the gutters.

Liu Mingda deliberately teased Xu Ying, that burning-hot thing only lingered at the doorway, dawdling, refusing to go any further in.

Lan Jiawei and his wife also noticed Princess Taiping's inexplicable hostility, but they wouldn't care about such things—she was only a princess, after all, while the two of them were masters of an entire planet.

"I don't recall saying that once the marks were removed they would let you go." Ming Yuan looked at Ming Luo with an innocent face.

This answer stirred a wave of discussion below the stage; many people had assumed Wang Zhongming's comeback was to reclaim the throne of chess supremacy and once again become the world's number one, but no one had expected that he had no such intention at all.

"What about Great Ming's side?" a Cloud Hidden elite shinobi with silver hair and black skin spoke up to ask.

In human form, outsiders could not make out his features; in red-packet soul form, he was a hazy, foggy blur.

Although the sect was very large, relying on the original management foundation, plus Nian Shuci's abilities, it could absolutely be carried to greater glory, and she, staying here, was like putting a shackle on herself.

He stretched out his hand, and in his palm suddenly appeared a strange nine-colored square box; from within the box emanated waves of peculiar, brilliant spiritual light.

"When the mind holds nothing, Fan Shuiqing and all beasts appear. Through countless kalpas, life and death are the root; the deluded one is called the original person." A sigh drifted over. The voice was like the sky clearing after rain, a whisk brushing across the water's surface, carrying away the worldly clamor yet leaving behind gentle ripples. It clung close to the principle of natural things, and carried a weariness of having clearly seen through everything yet being powerless.

Yun Xiao's entire body, except for his head which could still move, was sealed in ice below the neck, with not the slightest sensation left; even the mystic qi in his dantian and qi sea could not be mobilized.

Concealing his aura so that the entire formation could no longer sense his existence was no difficulty at all for Ding Jingxi.

With this step taken, wind and clouds shifted; Liu Yi, in a daze, felt as if he had truly left the ice cave. His vision blurred, and only after a full half hour did Liu Yi see scenery again.

Along with it appeared a line of shallow footprints on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust as they stretched across the open space, far beyond what the naked eye could follow; what vanished was that thin, gaunt figure, shaking out black afterimages, a spider-web of black jelly-like substance surging unceasingly in midair as if frozen, tearing apart the energy of space.

Speaking of it, in the great war between gods and demons that ended a thousand years ago, Donghuang Taiyi, as the most outstanding representative of the human realm, showed his face before me quite often; afterward he Suffered Heavy wounds, and after the great war between gods and demons ended, his soul scattered and dispersed. Yuan'er, I did see him a few times during the great war between gods and demons, I just didn't take it to heart.

"Don't get worked up, we'll pay!" Che Lizi gave Ru Yi a reproachful look, only for the other to stick out her tongue at him and grin mischievously.

These days, as long as you have money, anything can be solved. If there are no taxis here, just call one over; as long as you pay, distance is no problem.

The moment he heard his best buddy care about him like this, the eyebrows hidden behind Kogami Furi's glasses couldn't help but knit together, and he tugged pitifully at Bai Fan.

He Yong let out a miserable shriek, his head knocked sideways, several of his teeth knocked out, and he was sent into a complete daze.

"Zhao Lei, this Wang Lao is an old general; he rendered meritorious service in the war of resistance back in the day. How can you speak like that?" Zhang Yunshan said in a low voice.

Xu Hui staggered as he walked; a family of three brushed past him, and the cheerful, laughing atmosphere suddenly made him want to squat on the ground, clutch his head, and cry his heart out.

Probably the news that he had beaten up a third-grader and yesterday taken third place in the year-level ranking had already spread.

As the saying goes, "Saving the wicked is itself doing good." Although Chen Tao had no ability to save all sentient beings, he was willing to give a person a chance to turn over a new leaf.

That day the Emperor felt his attitude toward her had been fairly mild, yet this child, instead of admitting her mistake to him first, went to find Consort Jing first?

"Big brother, is what you said true?" Tongtong, having just poured the water, walked over and asked, tilting her head.

After all, simultaneously operating over ten thousand clones to knead, pound, and beat together consumes an enormous amount of chakra.

"I wasn't planning to do anything; if I get a craving and sneak a chicken or something, there are plenty of ways—after all, there's still a curfew at night." Chi Yao didn't know what got into her; going along with Luo Fengchen's words, she blurted out everything on her mind, and only after finishing did she realize she had spoken out of turn, but it was already too late.

That was why the King of the Underworld was so domineering, and with so many Sovereign Realms in hand, each one was his own Dao—unlike them, whose Sovereign Realms would surely leave them gravely wounded if damaged.

Alan didn't think Ning had come here to die; back then, outside the city, when Ning swapped out the real Yaouji, his will to enter the black town was extremely firm. If he had come in only to seek death, then what difference would it make whether he died inside the city or outside?

Cheng Min began to gather information in the city; teahouses were an important place to collect intelligence, so he sat in the great teahouse of Yuan City, occasionally chatting up the people beside him and bringing up Zhao Xian, though he had yet to gain anything. After staying two or three days, the only useful information he obtained was two pieces.

The bottle, because the green liquid had been poured out, revealed its transparent true color; the cork was still in Coulson's other hand.

He raised his hand and drew out mysterious, profound magical lines, which, like a kaleidoscope, spun, combined, and overlapped to form a dazzling magical array.