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This is a technique performed when one's internal energy reaches a certain level, combined with specific movement and breathing methods.

Gu Bugui was not staying at the hotel from the previous night; he had helped construct many hotels, and they all served as resting spots for the old man.

Meng Ran sat in the driver's seat and composed a post to publish on Weibo, while Dimu Tu sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. Di's father and mother sat in the back. Meng Ran started the car, left the airport, and headed home.

Seeing Zhao Qionglou handling the situation with ease, Ying Chang'an figured there shouldn't be any major problems. Unexpectedly, however, these men in black had been lying in wait, and their numbers were exceptionally high. No matter how formidable one's martial arts might be, it was no match for a war of attrition, especially with Ying Ming not only failing to help but also acting as a massive liability, clinging tightly to the sleeve of Zhao Qionglou's robe.

Having heard nothing of interest from the man's mouth, Huang Ran and the others followed Che Qianzi down the mountain.

Kangxi was gravely ill, and Yinzhen had summoned all his brothers who were away from the capital. The imperial physicians had indicated that the time was near. In this year, the Eighth Prince, who had been placed under house arrest for many years, stepped out of his residence for the very first time.

Fu Junzhuo had heard that the Secret of the Long Life was impervious to water and fire, and she had just wanted to see what changes would occur when it came into contact with water.

Chunsheng's words served as a timely reminder to Ying Chang'an. The expression on her face dimmed slightly before she suddenly seemed to realize something, looking from her own steps toward Chunsheng and down at the crutches she had discarded aside earlier in her excitement.

Hearing the maidservant report that the two of them had arrived so early, Shumulu felt a momentary flash of surprise. Usually, to let Cheng'er sleep a little longer, their household's morning greetings were scheduled quite late, and she had already told Fucha that she didn't need to arrive so early.

Meanwhile, Zhu Ming was also watching Nezha intently, terrified that a momentary lapse in attention would truly cause Nezha to be utterly destroyed in body and soul.

"There's no time to care about all that!" Bai Xue stripped off her outer robe, soaked it in a nearby water reservoir, and then with a flick of her hand draped the damp garment over herself. Without another word, she plunged straight into the raging flames.

From the elder's words, Yun Qianmeng had managed to glean a bit of his personality. Presumably, this Patriarch Xiaohou was similar to the Prince of Chu—neither of them being sticklers for etiquette; otherwise, how could he overlook her offense of discourtesy?

As soon as Xiaohou Yanran appeared, she brandished the Xuanyuan Sword and charged forward. To everyone's astonishment, the moment the zombie laid eyes on Xiaohou Yanran, it turned and fled, only to be struck squarely by a divine thunderbolt descending from above. Even after being hit, it actually exhibited the trembling spasms typical of an ordinary human being electrocuted.

The safest way to keep a secret was undoubtedly through death, as dead men never talk. Yet, taking action against Pang Dawei at this juncture did not seem entirely appropriate.

Even so, it was impossible for her not to save him, impossible to simply stand by and do nothing when she knew a method existed to revive him.

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It has to be said that, setting aside his identity as a gang member, Chen Qing was a thoroughly competent guide. Not only did he secure the plane tickets for Lin Feng and his companions, but he also personally escorted them to the airport.

As the words left the He brothers' mouths, an invisible, intangible force instantly surged outward from both of their bodies. The withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground were scattered directly by the shockwave.

Shaohao and Xiang were too slow to stop him, watching helplessly as Lu Ya flew far away. Neither dared to act rashly, so they could only wait anxiously for Lu Ya's return.

Houtu: Possessing a human body with a snake's tail, covered entirely in yellow scales, with seven hands on her back and two in front, grasping two soaring serpents. She excels at manipulating the spiritual energy of the five elements and earth, serving as the Ancestral Witch of the Central Earth and a primordial demon god.

Liling Yi was not about to compromise the overall cohesion of his team over such a matter, so he simply allowed Annie to accompany him as his second-in-command.

As he spoke, he picked up the remote control. Just as he was about to switch off the television, the urgent voice of the live news anchor rang out.

"This disciple does not know, this disciple truly does not know! I beg the Sect Master to deal with me leniently. This disciple is willing to abolish his cultivation and relearn the techniques of the Tianying Sect to demonstrate his loyalty to the sect," Guibao cried out with a face full of terror and anxiety.

Heading all the way north, the weather gradually grew cooler. Fortunately, Li Dongsheng had prepared in advance, and the group was not lacking in warm clothing.

Zhang Zhijie was merely startled at first upon hearing that Yang Tinghe had raised no objections, but a moment later, he understood Yang Tinghe's intent. One had to admit that the older Yang Tinghe got, the more shrewd and refined he became.

Even escape arts could be cracked? Were their Corroding Immortals truly as full of masters as rumors claimed on the outside? What on earth should be done about this?

Wang Shen had been harassed by underground cults while riding the subway in his later life; he had seen every kind of glib-tongued rhetoric imaginable. You'd have to be out of your mind to believe him.

Much like the Battle of Huangtiandang in real history, Han Shizhong was outmatched, his force of eight thousand men suffering a disastrous rout. He had no choice but to retreat to Zhenjiang, leaving Wanyan Wanzhu free to march back north.

Only then did Zhang Zhijie regain his composure, examining the calling card in his hand. This card was unlike previous ones; it bore the prominent and conspicuous inscription: "Respectfully submitted by Peng Yuzhen, Left Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate."

Huo Rong let out a cold snort toward Zhunti, saying, "Zhunti, if you wish to reclaim the Seven-Bao妙Tree and the items from back then, trade them for the Innate Seventh-Grade Merit Lotus; otherwise, spare me any further words!" With that, a divine light flashed around his body and he vanished.

The brother and sister were around ten years old. At this moment, they curled up in a corner like pitiful little creatures, trembling. The ten-year-old boy tightly embraced his younger sister, a trace of blood staining his face, though his eyes were filled with terror.

Spurt! Fresh blood gushed from his mouth, yet the longsword lost none of its momentum, stabbing straight toward Zhao Yi's chest under his control. Although Zhao Yi had been intimidated by Mubai's reckless, death-defying fighting style, that did not mean he would simply stand there and let himself be slaughtered; the fireball gathered on his iron fan shot forward in an instant.