Chapter 182: Beauty Like Jade

"Yi Han, I will kill you, kill you!" From the sea of fire came a shrill roar; at the same time, the spirit foxes suddenly vanished, replaced by a pure white demon fox.

After Zhu Ming returned to the military camp, he immediately summoned Wu Yong and Zhu Wu, who were in charge of the construction, and also called Liu Tang to the main tent. Both had made good progress on the works; foundations had already been laid, with thousands of craftsmen each at work, so completion by year-end should be no problem.

Yet this old man before him had, in just one month, aged to such a state, grown so weak.

Brilliant sword qi, like a meteor streaking across the sky, struck the hunchbacked sword maniac. He was pierced in the back again; a bloody wound appeared. His face bore an expression of pain. He let out a dull snort, then once more drew upon the scant true qi remaining within his body to continue his flight.

Around the hour of Zi, Big Rat secured Long Yuan's limbs with iron plates and cloth straps; Long Yuan's bones were fractured and shattered in many places and needed support. At the same time, Big Rat had Long Yuan remove the Profound Stone Heavy Armor. Training the flesh and sinews also requires limits; Long Yuan's bones were severely damaged and could no longer bear such weight.

What met the eye: a sheet of blue light, in the blink of an eye, drilled into Lin Xuan's body. Next, this blue light shot straight toward Lin Xuan's sea of consciousness.

A powerhouse who has merged with the Dao, whether real or fake, is enough to draw Nangong Honglie's attention.

Zen martial artists either take martial arts as their main focus, gathering pure qi into the dantian, guided by Buddhist principles, pursuing a certain state of being, cultivating Zen intent and a Buddha heart, with no connection to spiritual power, like the martial monks of Shaolin Temple or Xiangguo Temple in the mortal world.

Sun Wukong was already very tired; anyone pressed down by a mountain all this time would find it hard to recover strength, their body utterly exhausted.

I have grown increasingly accustomed to life here; it is only that I have never grown accustomed to having you not by my side.

However, he did not immediately seize the young man who had been watching through a telescope; he intended to let out a long line to catch a big fish.

Once the steward my lord was completely unguarded, his figure shot forward like lightning, standing before the steward. Both palms suddenly pressed against his chest, and inner power erupted wildly.

Since it was just past one in the morning and most people were resting, Wang Cheng naturally avoided areas lit by streetlamps and slipped into the pitch-black darkness.

"The Demon Blade brings slaughter; its attack power is unmatched in this world. Defend with all your might!" a Saint Race powerhouse of God Emperor level said coldly, appearing relatively calm.

Now he only wanted to know one thing: what exactly was Wang Cheng doing now, and why had he appeared in Beijing?

Some people took two tickets, others took one. Everyone looked at a red paper stamped with Li Guolou's seal; nothing was written on it about New Year's goods.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, the two separated for a week before reuniting. They still found no trace of the killer. Just as they prepared to ascend to the fifth floor, a boom suddenly came from behind, as if something had fallen into the water.

The main assault on the camp had been underway for about an hour. According to the calculations, an hour was enough time for the enemy's reinforcements to react.

But at this moment, Hua'an Temple looked nothing like a solemn temple; it resembled more a ghostly underworld.

The sharp blade sliced open that wound; crimson blood immediately seeped out, staining the towel underneath red along the gleam.

Shen Lang's physique had long been shaped by the various capsules from the Pay-to-Win Mall to be exceptionally sturdy and hard; the muscles on his arm were so tough that even if Chen Yun bit them, he felt not a shred of pain.

The two of us did not stop; we ran all the way to that abandoned dormitory building. Only after confirming that no one dared to jump from the building behind us as we had did we stop and catch our breath.

I am tired. Having just stepped out of a dark and hopeless marriage castle, I do not wish to enter another marriage trap that may be full of thorns. Therefore, once divorced, I would rather choose to spend the coming years alone.

To be honest, I feel I have no great grudge or grievance against Lin Qicheng; there is no need for us to face each other, both scowling, as if we owed each other money and refused to repay it.

"Then why not let us make a bet?" Shen Lang, unconcerned by George's doubts, deliberately dug a trap for George.

After a long while, he made up his mind, drove alone to Dong Yanxin's residence, picked up Dong Yanxin, and went to the address in the message: an old-style beef restaurant.

Over the meal, amidst all sorts of strange looks, Chen Mohan could not taste her food; it was like chewing wax.

Bai Zhuyin then landed beside Zhang Fan, bowed slightly to Zhang Fan to express gratitude, yet said not a word, cold as ice.

This Heavenly Dao, in this mature world, can do anything. It can make an ordinary city gate incredibly hard, imbue a single petal with terrifying power, and turn some armor into the bravest warriors.

I was secretly startled; this spear thrust had pushed the intent of the spear to its limit. It was something a mere Saint Heaven Realm cultivator could never achieve.

Liu Qi, Dian Wei, and Ma Chao, along with three hundred Blood-Robed Guards, all dismounted, hands on their swords, and, together with Yan Liang, walked into Zhou Wang Fu.

The young man kept his head down, not looking into his master's eyes. He knew the reason in his heart, yet he could not do it.