Chapter 61

Gu Qing used his contribution points at the Bounty Hall to exchange for a list of rare treasures, found a quiet spot, sat cross-legged, and opened it up.

After about thirty seconds, the power was restored. The beta symbol gradually faded under the illumination of the lights; the culprit had clearly used a specially formulated red fluorescent paint to achieve that effect.

As is well known, the Qingming Festival is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. On this day every year, the Underworld opens its gates wide, allowing various ghosts to return to the mortal realm to visit their departed relatives and old friends. At this time, the Underworld is largely empty of ghosts, and the civil servants who usually work on the front lines find themselves with nothing to do.

"Rumble..." The stomachs of the two of them growled in unison. Although somewhat awkward, it timely eased the current atmosphere.

"An emissary sent by the Emperor? How did he manage to get out of the city? Xuchang should be under strict martial law right now; it would be difficult even for a fly to slip out." Lu Xun frowned, unable to figure it out. He could guess that the Emperor wanted to send someone to contact Lü Bu, but by what means did he manage to come out?

At Lü Bu's command, the fierce and ruthless soldiers acted without a word, seizing the Xiongnu and executing them on the spot. The Xiongnu who had yet to be punished let out terrified wails upon seeing this. Only in front of the merciless Han army did they realize that their so-called bravery and brutality were entirely worthless.

How is it that with a sudden turn, you've become a Daoist priest? And you're calling me a fool? I've seen plenty of swindlers, but someone as unreliable and thoughtless as you is a first—uh, well, I was wrong, a second.

The power of this vortex was immense, tearing the ocean-going ship into pieces in the blink of an eye. The various poison cultivators had long since prepared, each relying on their skills to steady themselves and slowly descend.

"Take a look, is there any way you can help me manufacture these things?" Ye Linghan pushed the computer toward Lian Ruixiang, feeling a faint glimmer of expectation in his heart.

Chen Yang, who was at the fifth heaven of Body Refining, was thus slain. Lin Chen turned his gaze toward Chen Bao, who had been blown away by his fist momentum earlier, only to discover that the latter had already ceased breathing.

Passing through some familiar streets, Lin Xuan recalled many events from his past life—the bits and pieces with Milan, the passionate battlefields shared with his brothers. Every single thing made Lin Xuan extremely excited. With everything starting over, Lin Xuan had to muster up his drive to make himself stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Ma Rufeng looked at Long Wu with lingering fear, while at the same time, Long Wu's gloomy gaze was also fixed upon him.

Furthermore, a grade-three superior armor was not easily obtained to begin with. Even with a talent as exceptional as his, getting another grade-three superior armor was no simple task. Therefore, even knowing that his retreat might allow Tang Jixi to break through, he unhesitatingly chose to retreat.

Huang Yurui couldn't help taking two steps back in shock, looking between Muyu and Mo Xingchen, weeping inwardly in despair.

Now, after a full year, he had gathered all his vital energy and essence, making it resemble a surging, endless river, and had successfully condensed the dragon's tail. In other words, although his current cultivation realm was at the Spirit Derivative Stage, his combat power had already reached the peak of the second heaven of the True Derivative Stage.

The immense pressure prevented the assassins from making the slightest movement. They could even clearly feel the sharpness of the energy arrows, and could only continuously spur the energy within their bodies to maintain the black battle-qi defensive barrier in front of them.

Zhao Ruxiang blurted out almost without thinking, "He also carries the imperial surname!" The sentence was practically shouted out.

"Why wouldn't I dare? Today I'll teach this dead girl a lesson on behalf of that old monster!" Mo Xingchen gritted his teeth, his figure instantly moving as he rushed toward Fan Tianluo.

As early as in the Miao Family Village, Zhao Xin had already begun researching this aspect. Unfortunately, due to the impending war at the time, he had no way to directly build large-scale kilns specifically for firing glass.

Ye Haoxuan knew she was worried about whether her country would be implicated, so he told her she could go back and take a look first.

Right at this moment, the brothers Xu Tian and Xu Di, who had been playing chess in their cave dwelling, could no longer remain calm. They flew up into the sky and, seeing the black iron gates continuously spewing out black substance, stood there dumbfounded.

The giant python then let out a hysterical roar, startling all the giant pythons in the entire pit into restless activity.

"What other plans could I have? Right now, I can't even handle an ordinary wild beast," Count Duofu sighed.

Yang Yifeng rolled his eyes. Aside from his age, he had pretty much said everything else just now.

Their foundation was already shallow, and if those people were allowed to turn the Di family into a complete mess, the family would surely perish.

Along the way, the golden-haired dog heard Gan Jing demonstrate this puzzling voice again, but as a dog, after its initial curiosity passed, it didn't pay much attention to it anymore.

On April 12th, the agreed date for negotiations, Gan Jing left Uncle Zhang in Guangzhou, and took four retired soldiers and two veteran security guards to fly to Beijing.

Planning to take Chang'e and leave the Heavenly Court for the Underworld tonight after the deed was done, he showed no mercy and picked almost all the finest fruits in the entire orchard.

Ling Tian instantly recognized the man's identity, sneered three times, and revealed an expression of disdain as all his doubts became clear.