Chapter 62: Niannian and Chenchen Recognized by Lu Junshen?

Humanity has not only led itself onto the path of extinction, but has also dragged all terrestrial creatures down with it into destruction.

When Wu Jiu returned earlier, his upper body was bare, and everyone saw the scars upon him.

However, the interior of this statue was filled with rotting, putrid flesh. The chunks of meat writhed frantically, greedily absorbing the "power of faith" and vital energy contributed by countless believers.

"Really? Let me take a look." Xu Ruoye also swam over to the cave opening and peered inside. Sure enough, a vast space lay beyond the fissure, though it was not very clear. Not far from the two of them, two dilapidated structures stood tightly wedged against the rock ceiling above.

Aside from anything else, his Innate Divine Sword was precisely in urgent need of such spiritual herbs capable of refining true qi and defensive aura to enhance its density.

Not long after flying with his sword, Wu Yan found a secluded spot, transformed back, and returned to the Four Alliances City, staying once again at the inn. The next day, Shen Yanqiu sent a message saying that everything was ready and asking where she should meet him.

Compared to the dragon clan over there or the laboratories in Japan, they appeared much looser and more disorganized, so it was only natural that various problems would arise.

Cheng Xiuli was an exceptionally good and supportive wife. She never meddled in his career matters yet always supported him silently from behind, making him feel extremely fortunate and content.

Having lived for nearly a hundred years, it understood how to instinctively absorb external vital energy. Having cultivated for several decades, it had long since stood on the threshold of becoming a half-demon, lacking only that final step to condense its demon core. Now, having continuously consumed multiple essence blood pills over several days, aided by the medicinal power, it finally crossed this barrier.

It would be enough just to exchange for a supreme martial art. Originally, given his status as an inner-sect disciple, he was at most permitted to cultivate heaven-grade techniques and martial arts belonging to the sect. He would have no qualification to practice supreme techniques. Therefore, Yang Yi intended to contribute the One-Finger Zen technique in exchange for a supreme technique.

Nan Gonghao wore a solemn expression. Among these people, there were eight at the early Nascent Soul stage and three at the middle Nascent Soul stage, while the rest were all at the middle and late Golden Core stages. He hadn't even had time to set up a formation; how could he possibly win against them?

It was not because he was afraid of being discovered by them, nor was it because he lacked the time to eat; rather, he simply had not brought any food with him.

During the previous battle, she had clearly been on the verge of completely destroying that demon, but just as her magic was about to be fully unleashed, she was hindered by a "mysterious will," ultimately failing to produce the desired effect.

Crouching behind a pile of stacked construction materials and covering her ears, Shokuhou Misaki let out a distressed complaint.

However, why would a turtle demon she met by sheer chance leave such a thing upon her? What purpose did it serve?

True, her innate talent was supreme, but without anyone to teach her cultivation methods, she would remain no different from an ordinary mortal, and might even be ostracized and bullied by others.

After pondering for a moment, Mayuri decided to first try the flow of spiritual power characteristic of her own Astral Vestment evolution.

The two men consolidated their troops at this location rather than scattering them as before to pursue the fleeing Qi army; instead, they gathered together to conduct the pursuit.

Li Yiran glanced at Xia Shiguang. The moment he stepped through the door, he sensed that the atmosphere between the two was somewhat odd, and he dared not speak recklessly at this moment, fearing he might offend either side.

Yet he placed several phone calls to him, only to receive no response whatsoever, which instead made him feel somewhat abnormal.

"No, this belongs to Grandfather." The young child shook his head, just as his father had done years ago.

Listening to his second brother's analysis, the eldest brother gradually recovered from his desperate flight just moments before and followed along with that line of reasoning.

"To plant moles right within my three thousand imperial guards—you bastard truly have been plotting this for a long time." Yuan Kui drew his long blade from its scabbard, holding it horizontally across his chest. His eyes bulged, and heavy breaths blasted from his nostrils as he was consumed by fury.

"If you're angry, you might as well curse me out; I can take it." She looked at him with an earnest expression.

Once the order was given, it meant the soldiers could let loose in combat, which would inevitably result in heavy civilian casualties.

This remark rather baffled Han Meijuan. Were there still other issues? Han Meijuan's expression shifted; she instantly reined in her look and lowered her gaze slightly.

"You have grown merciful, Malin, and you have also grown elusive," Su Su, who had returned to Carter Castle with him, remarked of Malin.

In the open space before the color-steel prefabricated house, a large eight-immortals table had been set up, laden with all sorts of dishes. The plates were piled so high they overflowed, and some dishes were even served in basins—rural folk dining always emphasized generous portions and good value.

After answering this older sister in detail as usual, Li Bu suddenly began to reflect on whether he was perhaps too indiscriminate in accepting anyone who came his way.

At this moment, she brought her hands together, cupping the point-universe—now reduced to zero dimensions—in her palms as if cupping a loach.

Thinking this, Luo Fantian could not help but secretly worry for Murong Yan, while completely relaying the information he had gathered to Xiao He and Long'er.

After the three of them left Wang Liang's house, they intended to run away and stay out for a longer period, but little did they know that Tang Zhenhua had already arranged for people to tail them, and prison awaited them.

"Do you think you are very strong right now? Do you feel confident you can defeat any opponent you encounter?" Lin Yi asked with a smile.

Having visited the Tang family many times in the past, she had always been accompanied by Tang Zhenhua. Suddenly learning that her parents-in-law were coming and that she would soon have to spend time alone with them, Xiang Yue'e felt extremely apprehensive and uneasy.

Bai Qi glanced sideways at Xiao Wuqi, who was already snoring softly, and then looked at Tian Xi, who was wrapped tightly in her quilt and breathing steadily, confirming that neither of them had seen the light just now.

Immediately afterward, Lin Yi grabbed Zhao Yunling by the neck and, with a slight exertion of force, threw her directly into the fountain in the center of the lobby.

Accustomed to being arrogant and domineering, treating human lives as mere grass, he had never imagined that a day like this would come for him.

To prevent Fan Yuxin from getting angry, he even went to a flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses and waited at the school gate.

As a side note, virtually no humans could enter this region because Old Tree's demonic aura affected human senses, causing any humans approaching the vicinity to unconsciously detour around it—just as Chen淮 had done earlier when Bai Qi saw him. Only when guided by a demon possessed of demonic aura could one reach the presence of Old Tree.

The leering man seemed to see a glimmer of hope and instantly squeezed an ingratiating smile onto his rigid face.