63 Corpse Shade

"A large fish has been found here, carrying the Sovereign's True Blood. This is mine!" An iron-masked knight commander locked his sights on Yu Tian, charging toward him while riding a bone-dragon creature.

However, the sunlight still failed to pierce the thick fog. As far as the eye could see, there remained only the bright landscape of the mountains.

The members of the North Sea University expedition team smiled and nodded. In their view, Lin Ye's silence amounted to a tacit acknowledgment of his relationship with Liu Tong.

To return to the young master, who led Cao Yi and the figure in black into the large courtyard, the assembled crowd heard not the slightest sound.

Afterward, Wu Tian ceased his attacks. After all, this spar was primarily a test of physical bodies, and since Wu Tian and the others were not actual enemies, there was no need to take it so seriously. Wu Tian had only struck a single blow before stopping. Seeing the Eleventh Ancestral Witch collapsed on the ground and coughing up blood, Wu Tian was utterly speechless.

When Xu Santong introduced Wu Di's identity, the atmosphere across the vast grassland instantly ignited, soaring to the absolute extreme.

Zhao Zhen had long yearned to trade with Gaochang. Their animal husbandry and handicrafts had reached an exceptionally high level, making even the richly endowed Great Song drool with envy. Every year, white jade rings, jasper rings, iron mirrors, jade-adorned belt hinges, jade belts, and jade saddles produced in Gaochang were warmly welcomed by the common people of the Great Song.

After Yuan Lingling finished speaking, Qiao Yun unconsciously nodded beside her, while Liu Yanran gently bit her lower lip, as if this big scumbag truly treated them all quite well.

"We will not let your conspiracy succeed!" Just as the Black Impermanence finished speaking, the Ghost Spirit Pagoda, glowing with a deep blue light, dimmed like an extinguished lamp and blended into the color of the gray sky, suddenly plunging deep into the earth.

The washing and preparation of the ingredients were handed over to spiritual chefs from several nearby major cities, who directed a multitude of imperial-realm cultivators to complete the task.

Watching such a valiant warrior reduced to this wretched state, and gazing at the gradually retreating figure of Duan Tiande, he could only shake his head in helplessness.

Those who had crossed paths with Master Yun Juezi before his death would likely all find it difficult to escape this calamity. Whether it was Su Run, himself, Qi Yao, or even Zhao Lüku, all of them would probably be unable to elude this potential danger.

"How could that work? If you do that, wouldn't you be keeping me as your kept man? That simply won't do! You are an organ of the state, a people's police officer, and you must lead by example. I cannot become a stepping stone—no, a stumbling block, a dark spot, or a black history on your glorious path." Upon hearing this, Fu Yan was momentarily stunned, then hastily refused.

While ordinary people cheered loudly, excited and thrilled by Master Yi Piao's ferocity and bravery, many martial experts instead began to applaud Lin Tian. The higher one's cultivation realm, the more astonished they became at Lin Tian's footwork and defense, and the more they could perceive the profound intricacies within them.

"Long time no see. You're still just as beautiful, and your scent is still just as alluring." The man in blue gently lifted a lock of Qin Jingrou's hair and inhaled its fragrance.

Several soldiers took the reins, leading the carriage and six Japanese war horses into the village, while Fang JiRen and Staff Officer Wu followed behind, talking as they walked. Three members of the special detachment closely trailed them.

Upon seeing Liu Ling solemnly swear, Wang Fei slowly recounted what she knew about the Scarlet Flame.

Perhaps sensing Fu Yan's thoughts, the flame let out a cry toward Fu Yan and charged along with him toward the man.

"Is there such a thing?" Before Fang Li could speak, Guo Ping chimed in. True, he was a Daoist disciple undergoing worldly trial, but having experienced the mortal world for over a decade, he was well aware of many things.

No one could have anticipated that such a thing would happen. It could be said to have far exceeded their imaginations, leaving them all the more astonished and completely beyond what they could have foreseen.

"Look at how pleased with yourself you are! I haven't met my brother-in-law yet; you'll have to introduce us later. Don't worry, I won't steal him from you!" Lin Xi stuck out her tongue at Wang Yana and smiled mischievously.

Under such circumstances, by utilizing the power of the Spirit-Control Disk, he would be capable of dealing with Chu Ming.

This blood-clan combat unit had been high in spirits, fully intending to completely annihilate the human combat unit, only to be thrown into absolute chaos by the furious Yulin Guards. Countless blood-clan soldiers were utterly obliterated between heaven and earth without even managing to emit a dying wail.

Even though their family would certainly avenge them after something happened to the two of them, what good would revenge do?

Liu Bin was already overjoyed on the inside, yet his face wore an expression of awkward embarrassment as he pressed his lips together and remained silent.

After hearing this, Wen Wangyi felt it made sense. Upon careful thought, considering how many contributions Yan An had made for the Wang family—aside from killing Wang Chengcheng—she had never seen him show any disloyalty to his cousin.

Standing opposite him was a man who was the exact opposite in every way. Even his attire was completely black: black hair, black particles floating around his body, and eyes as crimson as twin blood moons. The black and red intertwining particles around him acted like an invisible chain, tightly wrapping around his form.

That senior expert had not shown the slightest trace of surprise upon seeing them, clearly having waited here specifically for their arrival.

"Still want to taste my power?" Amidst a cruel laugh, Yan Feng shot a sharp strand of metal-attribute Qi from his fingertips, which instantly split into five and blasted toward Xu Chen.

"Of course!" On this point, he could pat his chest and proudly announce to the world that he deceived no one and was a true gentleman.

At that very moment, high in the sky, that cluster of blue immortal-ascension light emitted waves of faint radiance, which then slowly and gently descended to envelop them.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Ruo Feng whipped up a breeze that swept up all five figures, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed toward the location of the Zixia Sect, ten thousand miles away.