Chapter 205: Ghost Mother Beach (Requesting Monthly Votes)

The capital of Kucha was called Irolu; the entire country had only this one city, the rest being mere towns and villages.

The city was not particularly large, built of earth and stone, yet it contained all necessary amenities and did not resemble the typical yellow-sand hues of the Western Regions; instead, its walls were painted in clear, vivid colors, many of them strikingly bright.

At present, a Uyghur follower of the Ming Jiao sect led them as a guide, whispering warnings to the group not to engage in idle chatter with women by the roadside, and never to answer if they spoke.

The group looked

After Chi Zhong left, Ying Jian immediately contacted Qian Ye; her voice sounded exhausted—clearly, the work at headquarters had not been light, and she likely had not had time to process the photo she’d been given yesterday.

Seeing the black man’s simple, honest face and hearing his blunt, crude words, though Chang Bao’er was not quite accustomed to it, it did not diminish his growing fondness for this righteous, dark-skinned man.

As the pursuers behind them drew nearer, the two knew escape was futile; they halted immediately, turned around, and each drew the cloud shovels strapped to their backs, channeling spiritual energy to summon shovel shadows, waiting for Yun Yu’s arrival to fight.

Crawling was slow, for it was not simply walking on two legs—it required dragging the entire body, pressing every part against the ground.

What shook Yun Yu’s spirit deeply was that this lost land and the Demon Soul Secret Domain were two treasures cultivated by the original owner just before and after his disappearance, each containing a separate realm’s treasures.

Mobilizing his inner power, Yang Xiaokai activated his Black Obsidian talent’s bodily control, forcibly jerking his body away from the monster’s long blade.

“Alright,” Zhong Mushan said, “you go out and spread the word that just now, Ruyi gave birth to a boy.”

Purplish-gold flames instantly spread across the cave walls, even igniting the stone itself; in an instant, the entire cavern blazed with roaring firelight.

Just as Mu Fengye was about to rush in and get close to Jorim, Ying Jian called out to him from behind.

I said, “Don’t be afraid,” then pressed every floor button and the emergency button, standing against the wall.

Yuan Youtao looked at the fearsome, demon-enshrouded tiger staring at them, then turned to Zhang Dangran, who held a basin over his head.

Ning Shu stared silently at the murals illuminated by the firelight, unable to calm himself for a long time—especially the cataclysmic battles between gods and demons, which struck his perception of heaven and earth directly through the stone walls.

These methods had always required personal study and refinement, but now Wu Jin had told him—he could take a shortcut.

An elder hermit emerged from his secluded retreat, stepped outside, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the source of the tremors—but found it too distant to perceive at all.

“Shorty, once we enter the city, stick close to me and don’t wander off,” Lu Yuan continued.

The evening wind here howled bitterly, piercingly cold; if he were truly left hanging from this tree for three days, he’d be dead long before.

In Johns’s memories, Chu Guan saw many things: besides his own impoverished experiences, Chu Guan also saw news about Tony Stark—though this man was still a famous playboy, so Chu Guan now had a fair idea of the situation.

Under the Dao essence of the Wan Jie Dao Body, the Devouring Divine Body was slowly ascending, even evolving toward the Sacred Body.

Yang Yuan’s mind shifted, and the mask automatically retracted to either side, revealing his face—but the retraction was slow, the power too weak.

A voice came, and a tall, emaciated man in a yellow robe stepped out, his frame like a bamboo pole, his forehead slightly sunken like a saucer.

Since respawning, both junglers’ routes were identical: clear the jungle monsters, then, after finishing them, go gank.