Chapter 145: Stop Shooting, We Surrender

The black-clothed man's expression shifted, but his hands didn't slacken as he quickly opened the cell door.

"Fu'er, I'll protect you out of here!"

Murong Fu was now certain the other had come to rescue him, yet a doubt lingered in his heart: "Which one are you?"

The black-clothed man stepped into the cell and said lightly, "Look carefully."

Murong Fu felt his voice was faintly familiar, but couldn't place it. Just then the other drew closer, and by the light of the torches outside, he made out the black-clothed man's features.

This was the end—the blade sliced through the air with a whoosh, and Han Ye put his full strength into it, viciously driving the sword edge in.

"Ha! So Brother, you're just like me—you weren't poisoned at all, you were faking sleep!" Yan Li covered her mouth and laughed.

Therefore, when Ling Xiao Xiao was deliberately vilified on Tieba, there was also no legal recourse to defend her.

The other formation masters nodded one after another, casting Ning Xi looks that said: you rich tyrant, how we envy you.

"Speaking of which, they invited you here, they couldn't have only given you these few copper coins. You've still got more on you!" Leng Xuesheng stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and drew back his fist as if about to strike.

Beneath the white coat was wrapped a pair of grand, magnificent peaks; the buttons on the white shirt looked about to burst apart, and each slight movement of those slender, jade-like hands caused the buttons to shift up and down, catching every eye.

Seeming to read the doubt in Lin Fei's heart, Ma Hongjun explained, "Fei-ge, you don't know this, but this house was built by an old man from the village years ago. After he passed away, the house was left empty.

Later, not only did this fellow refuse to repent, he went on to commit crime after crime, and each time his powerful clan let him get away with it.

"Hahaha, the last material is the best—how else could I disgust you all? Every Night Peace—you think I'm afraid of you?" Goran laughed loudly.

The moment those words left his mouth, the smile on Dong Qingrong's face froze instantly. After a brief daze, he hurriedly explained that he absolutely hadn't meant it that way, but Lin Fei only gave a cold snort and said nothing more.

"Still, the Demon God's Son is manageable enough, but this breach in the seal has given them a chance, so that the monster inside grows ever more powerful." Ksitigarbha was quite worried.

But Wuxin understood that hiding was useless—whoever he cared about most, Hong Yu would slowly track down, and might even already know, just hadn't reached that point yet. But if they couldn't kill him, the enemy would sooner or later turn their spear toward those around him, and that was something Wuxin would not allow.

He didn't care about the drain on his life force; getting the Divine Tree for his avatar was what mattered most. But now, as he unleashed the ancient divine might and channeled it ceaselessly into the Divine Tree, he could already sense his avatar's power from the tree. Yet at the same time, he also sensed a mysterious, unfamiliar treasure aura.

Actually, without Wang Sheng's reminder, the old Daoist would have seen it in a moment. The edges of that black, dense shadow were still shifting—clearly not a fish.

By this point, the sound of the air currents had grown louder, taking on a wailing, ghostly quality, as if deep below lay a graveyard piled with countless vengeful spirits.

The soldier opened the wooden box, and a big man's head—eyes wide with rage, face smeared with blood—leapt into everyone's view.

Moreover, although they had reached Half-Step Eternal, half a step was still half a step—when their lifespan ran out, they would still die.

The Sect Master of Tianqin vanished in an instant; he knew that staying here would gain him nothing and only bring him more disgrace.

Even Gu Xiyun herself was stunned for a moment, completely unable to react, staring blankly at Gu Xiang, who had just struck her.

Countless cold currents crisscrossed, and more than that, a divine nature like golden clouds burst forth; the entire space thundered, as if the cold currents and formations were about to be ground to dust by the divine light.

So it went for several days on end—Li Xuan traveling by day and hiding by night, unhurried and steady, going farther and farther, the signs of human habitation growing fewer, the scenery growing ever more lovely.