Chapter 212: Ice Silkworm Palace

"Slayer of the Five Hundred Arhats, Kayashena?" Ji Mo Zhi muttered, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "I also feel it's not very likely."

Hearing this, Ji Mo Zhi let out a breath of relief: "Venerable Kayashena ranks forty-fourth among the Five Hundred Arhats. How, how could he have died here?"

Zhao Ti's face was expressionless; he stared at him without speaking.

Ji Mo Zhi continued, "Venerable Kayashena was the seventeenth patriarch of Western Chan Buddhism, Sanghanandi—

Besides, Wang Hong this time left Wang Yi a hundred Jade Marrow Pills, enough for him to be severely wounded a hundred times; presumably, Wang Yi shouldn't be so unlucky as to reach that extent.

He looked toward the direction the arrow had come from. At this moment, a flying bird several zhang in size was flying toward this side, and on the bird's back stood a youth against the wind.

The only difference was one more person in a white coat—one of the young researchers who had come later to draw blood.

Those who couldn't pay either fled to other places to beg, or else accepted—now the spores' spread has already been four or five days, and some people's lives have long been affected, and this influence keeps expanding with the passage of time.

At this moment, Pedro seemed to return to over a decade ago; that "Dagger" which pierced the opponent's heart like a sharp blade had returned.

The Spanish king's face was full of expression, gesturing with bold and sweeping strokes, which made the smile on the Portuguese president sitting beside him seem somewhat forced.

Her name was Li Yulan; she was the current mistress of the Tang family, Tang Yu's mother, and Zhiqiu's mother-in-law.

Inside this barrel should be Su Qingqian. She must have used some method to swap identities with Su Taoyu, but the person is certainly still trapped somewhere.

Most of the messages were about visits. He had been in Jin'an City for over a year, so naturally he had some familiar cultivators, and they would occasionally visit each other.

Had they not been startled awake by a knock at the critical moment, they truly did not know what direction the dream would develop next.

Early on, I followed the Empress Dowager and the various consorts of the inner palace to the Fanglin Garden. Because I was with child, the Empress Dowager specially kept me by her side, and personally took a red brocade ribbon and had me tie it to a flowering branch, to repay the Flower Goddess. Such grace and favor truly made me feel overwhelmed by the unexpected honor.

The moment Sun Fengzhao caught that scent of the sea, it was as if he had known it long ago. All the spiritual power within Sun Fengzhao, as he approached the seaside, was like boiling water, excitedly bubbling up, nearly causing him to lose control.

This is also the customary saying in the pill world: if it's some basic pill, it's named after its efficacy, but for high-grade pills, one must give the pill a separate name.

"Watch your filthy mouth!" Fire was about to shoot from Shi Yu's eyes. Though both were criminal police, Yin Xinshui was calm and cautious by nature, while Shi Yu was fiery as blazing fire, and could not tolerate even a single grain of sand in his eyes.

Gu Ying's gaze swept back and forth over Gu Yifeng, his expression thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking.

White Tiger Jun raised his head to look, but made no sound. With a light leap, he sprang onto his shoulder, accompanying him just as he had on many days past.

Orpheus lightly tapped his toes, leaping from the reef onto Will's body, and vanished into the sky using him as a human boat.

This tremendous roar immediately caused the spirit beasts of the Western Outer Sea, which had already retreated some distance, to be thrown into chaos; the violent blast of air surged out in all directions, and many spirit beasts nearby were sent flying straight away.

My face flushed, I breathed lightly and let out a sigh. Seeing his eyes full of mischief as he leaned close again, the air was filled with a sweet, tender affection.

"What happened, Leader Zhang?" The one who spoke was Steward Huang, one of the five caravan stewards in the group.

Before Zhou Qingqing's words had finished, another figure emerged from the demonic fog—a burly middle-aged man, fierce of face, with bulging golden eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, wild hair puffed out. Especially striking were the several birthmark-like black stripes on his cheeks and exposed arms, extremely conspicuous.