Chapter 159: Three-Foot Qi Wall, the Mysterious Buddhist Scripture (Grand Combined Chapter)

Zhao Ti glanced back. Li Qiushui moved with extreme speed, hair disheveled, features savage and vicious, pursuing relentlessly without pause.

He swept past the white-pebble path along the side of the Bodhi Court and plunged straight across to the front courtyard of the opposite Scripture Pavilion.

He saw the Scripture Pavilion — ancient, plain, and unadorned in style, broad and heavy; on either side trees rose towering, standing tall as if piercing the heavens, like dark clouds in the night sky, the wind soughing, an air of mysterious solemn stillness all around.

He did not pause for a moment, rushing to the base of the pavilion; within the ground floor of the Scripture Pavilion, a green lamp flickered suddenly, hazy as a soybean.

Zhao Ti

Especially with a Zhu Yan beast waiting nearby, ready at any moment to devour his golden-body Nascent Soul, it left him all the more desperate. So having fought until now, knowing full well he could no longer escape, and that continuing the fight was a dead end, this extreme-path powerhouse of the Boundless Tianhua Sect chose to take his own life!

Precisely because of this, Murong Xue would joke around with Chen Yu. She had known of Chen Yu's romantic entanglements before, but she had not minded, because she could see things clearly — it was nothing more than playing along for the occasion. Yet Murong Xue had never, ever imagined that a casual joke just now would, at this moment, become reality.

One would think that at Zhang Shaotian's age, having weathered quite a few storms, he ought to have a certain broad sense of perspective. But lately he had simply been bewitched, his mind fixed entirely on Chen Yu, and Chen Yu's methods had reduced him to something barely human — one had to call this an anomaly.

The horses let out a series of whinnies, and one heard the sound of wheels rolling ceaselessly over the ground. A group of people — Mu Yi and Qiao Hanyan sat inside the carriage, while Yan Qi rode ahead on horseback, leading the way.

Has Heaven seen that the old Han family's life was too comfortable, and specially added a Han Yizhuang — a gene that mutated several times over — who left and then got sent back, just to make life more colorful?

"Nothing serious, really. Just came to return something to you." Shui Qing opened her handbag and took out her wallet.

Thinking of this, Meng Weixing felt it was rather absurd. Although this fallen mayor Zhu Yixin had lost the Zhang family's support, that did not mean he had no backing. One had to know that Zhongzeng City was very likely to be upgraded to a sub-provincial-level city, in which case the mayor would be a sub-provincial-level official — which faction wouldn't want an extra provincial-level cadre?

It was a tall monster about two and a half meters in height, covered all over in white fur, its body burly and massive; one look and you could tell it was the sort of monster with extremely fierce attack power.

At his ear, from very far away — as if from the other bank of the river — came an aged singing voice.

Therefore, this matter could only be handed to Yao Shuang to handle. If she succeeded, they would be rid of one formidable enemy; if she failed, Jiang Yi could still put in good words for her before the Empress Dowager and keep Yao Shuang safe.

Therefore, the fact that Ye Yun could possess such strength at the age of seven was absolutely inseparable from the careful teaching and proper guidance of Poison Dragon behind the scenes.

Liu Shuang's great blade finally sliced through the Jade Emperor's barrier and landed on his head. At that moment, time and space seemed to freeze. Liu Shuang's blade edge pressed tight against the Jade Emperor's forehead. The chilling cold and the overwhelming pressure that filled the sky pinned the Jade Emperor's body so that he could not move even a little.

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on Chen Baiyuan's face. Having tasted countless stars, he still had to admit that the flavor of the one before him was the most intoxicating — a waist one could just span with a hand, skin delicate and crystalline, eyes that beckoned, a soft, glutinous voice; any one of these alone was enough to make his blood boil.

The slender sword was ferocious, and the two clashed together. Sure enough, in the fight, because of Lin Feng's impatience, he was very fierce at the start, but after a short exchange, Lin Feng's strength began to flag.

"Do I really understand Zhang Fei?" The thought flashed through her mind. But then she immediately recalled Zhang Fei's slightly weary eyes, the blank look when she occasionally gazed fixedly at some point in empty space. The sense of helplessness Zhang Fei had shown had once deeply moved her, and this often made her unable to resist wanting to reach out and help Zhang Fei.

Number One stared dumbfounded at everything that seemed like a movie; everything exceeded the bounds of his understanding. What Liu Shuang had brought him overturned the worldview he had held all along.