Nine-Nine Secret Passage

Zhou Guohua’s face darkened. He had only meant to liven the mood, yet instead he had drawn a round of humiliation. It was utterly ridiculous.

He had always thought the spectacle of his own appearance was grand enough, but he had not expected the world of the Investiture tale to be even more outrageous.

The Monkey King also transformed into a giant towering several thousand feet high, swinging his iron staff at Yang Jian. Yang Jian struck him with the shaft of his spear, sending him crashing into the sea and stirring up towering waves.

Wang Xuan’s gaze was clear and focused, free of distractions. He picked up the silver needles, inner force surging through him as he began the treatment.

“Of course, of course. Brother Fang helped me a lot in the second world. I trust him, and if he is Brother Fang’s friend, then I trust him just the same.” Geng Jie looked at Fang Xi with bright eyes.

“Otherwise?” Ye Shishi looked at him in confusion. “Did I go to college just so that after graduation I could go work for a subsidiary of the Ye family?”

After hearing Chu Fan’s account, Xia Chuqing felt a throbbing pain in her head. She had not expected Chu Fan and the Zhao family to have already reached a point where neither side could retreat.

“So that’s what this is. You wanted us to break the formation with you because you were worried we might strike from behind, is that it?” Ming He’s words immediately made Yi Jian and the others come to an understanding, and he also mocked them aloud.

It seemed to be a general store. The shelves had collapsed haphazardly, and after searching for a while, they discovered a door hidden behind them.

At once, the lord’s token emitted a dazzling white light. Before long, it faded away. And the unfinished villa before their eyes turned into a broad stretch of empty ground, with only two tents and a campfire remaining.

Though he looked somewhat aged, there was inner radiance in his half-closed eyes, clearly marking him as a true expert.

Far away, Zhao Shengrou was stroking the 36-jin heavy broadsword she had just bought, forged from C-rank alloy, a nine-ringed saber. Suddenly, she sneezed hard.

The sudden appearance of the heroic assassin An Yishan was not something they had dispatched themselves, so they were probably quite pleased. For the moment, the matter was set aside.

“Tch, still, it’s a good thing. At least it’s a bit stronger.” Yi Xing gave the evolved zombie his verdict. Its overall strength was now no weaker than his own.

Its face held no expression at all, and its eyes were utterly lifeless, as though it had become nothing more than a killing machine.

At that moment, Ji Qingjiu, who had never shown herself before, also appeared on the battlefield and ordered Lin Jingyu to lead the disciples back to the sect at once.

On the long table sat steaming white buns, exuding a rich wheat aroma. In the middle were two large portions of pickled vegetables. One was a stir-fried burdock pickle, its scent carrying a mixture of sesame oil and coriander.

But upon closer inspection, the light in his eyes had long since dimmed. Though he was looking at her, it was as if he were seeing someone else through her.

At the same time, however, they also felt a twinge of shared understanding. To buy their company at such a high price—this hardly looked like a simple acquisition.

The atmosphere in the room grew oppressive. Lingxiao kept pressing Linglong with questions. Lingling seemed exhausted as well, and Zhu Yu and Lu Dongyao also wanted to know what had happened. It took Linglong quite a while before she finally explained the reason.

These youthful faces had mostly vanished in the apocalypse. He could call each student by name.

I walked over to the chair behind the desk and sat down, watching the other person as if I were observing a trained monkey.

Old Xiao Tou had already anticipated what would happen next: a horrifying scene of millions upon millions of worms spraying out all at once. Fortunately, he had sealed them away with a barrier beforehand, preventing the warriors of the Four-Sided Clan from suffering needless injuries.

In truth, they could not see clearly at all, only barely making out two shadows entangled with each other.

One kind was gamble-grade rough stone; the cheapest of these cost only fifty thousand points apiece.

Yan San gazed up at the countless overlapping spiral forms in the void, along with the folded matrices that possessed spatial structure.

He had originally intended to dodge, but it was too late, so he slammed straight into it. One had to know that this gale of force had defensive properties; for ordinary people, it was as solid as a wall of iron and bronze. The few of them were struck head-on, crying out in agony as if their hearts were being ripped apart.

Just like the lyrics of that song, Yu Lu also carried the same simple yet steadfast feeling in her heart.

Lu Gui said that as long as he lit this incense, he would sense the summons and appear before him before long.

As long as she could withstand this wave of attacks, she would have a chance to unleash her deadly sword technique, like a hunter patiently waiting for prey to step into the net.

After its retirement, the Thunder Rod had almost vanished from public view. No one knew where it had gone, until Li Ken took it out. Only then did everyone learn that the Thunder Rod had passed into his hands.

The two descended slowly into a lush forest, surrounded by towering trees more than ten meters high. The air was fresh and clean.

To be honest, from this fellow’s perspective, accumulating strength was not going to be easy at all. In fact, it could even be said to be extremely difficult.

Vampires had blood pools, so killing them outright was not easy. But the airplane was easy to kill. Once it was controlled, three shots would finish it off. As for Chen Yi, because he had an indestructible body, he was not the top priority target.

Though it was only a joke, during his pursuit of her she had rejected him every single time. To be honest, it had made him feel especially humiliated.

To me, these people were nothing more than walking banknotes. I had to get some money out of their hands.

After learning the side effects of the subduing-demon potion, Ai Di dared not let Ai Ouliya and Bao Wei use it recklessly. This thing was a double-edged sword. Used well, it could wipe out an enemy in an instant; but if the enemy did not die, then the one who died would be yourself.

A household-name actor had actually been kidnapped on the way to work, on a secluded stretch of road, and then brutally murdered.