Chapter 172: Nine-Layer Realm

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Art?" Huo Linglong was stunned for a moment: "You heretic want this Cultivation Technique?"

"This Seat has heard that this Cultivation Technique is extremely easy to cultivate, that even those with dull aptitude can practice it, but at the same time it is extremely difficult to practice — after the fifth layer, if one's talent is ordinary, one could practice until death and still find it hard to advance further. This Seat does not believe this — since even someone with the Dragon King's aptitude could cultivate to the ninth layer, what difficulty could this Cultivation Technique possibly have!" Zhao Ti shook his head.

"You, what do you mean?" Huo Linglong's face changed from red to black: "You

Because when she had fallen just now, the roses had been pressed beneath her body, and now the bouquet's shape was gone — even quite a few petals had fallen off, looking as if they had been picked out of a garbage bin.

"When did the affairs of my Beiming become something for your Linlang to meddle in?" Beiming Hanxuan slightly furrowed his brow, stood up and stretched lazily. He was a bit weary at this moment, and hearing Lang Xiaoyue's words, he felt inexplicably impatient listening to them. After all, between him and Lang Xiaoyue, the past grievances had not been dissolved — hatred and resentment still existed.

But ever since she had dispersed all her cultivation, she had never again had that lingering, bone-deep aching dream. Now that she knew everything about those events back then, her state of mind had long since surged and ebbed. No matter how sorrowfully Qing'e spoke, in her heart it had become a story — someone else's story.

Because based on their descriptions, the composite image of the beast was simply ferocious and terrifying to the extreme! So for the moment, none of them could determine exactly what kind of beast had killed Li He.

"On my own, so what? Even if it costs me my life, I won't let you succeed!" Mu Lejin puffed out her chest and said with great boldness.

According to what Ju Long Mie had said, only their kind of creature existed in this stretch of woods — though there might be unknown beings, they had never actually seen any.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll book a place and call you back." I hurriedly hung up on Shi Lan's call, found Shen Mo's number, and dialed it.

The Tsarist Russians had not yet prepared when the Yang family army broke open the city gates. Charging into the city, the light cavalry went into action and began the continuous slaughter of the Tsarist Russian soldiers¹.

Mei'er finally could not hold back and choked out a sob. She was unwilling to comment on this matter. Her mother had left her father with the resolve to die, and after successfully breaking free from the Jinling family, she should have seen through everything — which was why she had taken such pains to conceal the paternal mark on her body.

He waited a moment, saw that she was still staying below, his brow slightly knit, and with a long reach of his arm, he had already pulled Mei'er up onto the stone surface.

She felt that if she counted on these two idiots to deal with Ye Qingli, then the sun would have to rise from the west.

Just as Luo Xingchen was getting a headache over being unable to explain Fatty's sudden appearance in the Seventh Layer Realm, suddenly the light spot on the Seventh Layer Realm's light map also vanished along with it. The next instant, an extremely intense purple radiance suddenly blazed at the center of the Reincarnation Altar.

There was no helping it — whenever they thought that Meng Diexian had originally been a country wild girl abandoned by her father and with a mother who had died young, they could not help feeling jealous.

After a long while, Liu Ningyou suddenly smiled, as if she had figured out exactly what was going on with the whole matter. She had guessed the ins and outs of the affair, but did not speak plainly — she only silently had the butler leave a door open for Xuan Luoyi.

Until one day, the aged man was still tightly holding her equally aged hand, smiling as he recalled and spoke of his former conflicts, hesitations, agitation, and happiness, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Damn it, so many War Venerable experts popping up all at once — looks like this War Dao Network is getting livelier and livelier!" Fatty curled his lip and said. The entire Federation was a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons hid — this was something Fatty knew very well. After all, hidden families like theirs had many experts in existence.

And Fatty's tricks for taking advantage had been practiced to a masterful degree — not just anyone could spot the flaw.

"Everyone, you retreat first, I'll hold him off!" At this moment, Fatty, like a hero sacrificing himself for righteousness, immediately stepped forward and let out a great roar, his voice like thunder. This immediately gave a sliver of hope to the Shang and Han family forces, who had been plunged into fear and despair, as well as to the remaining members of the Skeleton Gang.