Chapter 47: Aixin Frames Tuantuan

Lin Ming nodded without asking Zhong Kui how he knew the location, because Zhong Kui possessed far too many secrets. Moreover, asking would be entirely in vain since the other party certainly wouldn't tell him anyway.

Upon hearing this, Seventh Master wished he could turn back time and regret his actions bitterly. He had gone to great lengths to find this blood jade, originally intending to offer it to the Blood Buddha or keep it for his own use after transformation. Yet, simply because he lacked the patience to listen until the end, it was gone.

Luhan's gaze shifted toward Dilraba—no, to be precise, toward Dilraba and Sehun.

Xiao Jingshan, who had just moments ago been radiating murderous intent and gritting his teeth while vowing to kill Luo Tian, was now kneeling before Luo Tian with an expression of utmost reverence. And that wasn't all; he had even proceeded to beat up his own biological son! What on earth was going on here?

Although it was unclear how it had manifested, the beast before them was very likely one of the three separated souls of the mythical fierce beast Hou.

In fact, from the very beginning, the God-Sealing Lock posed no threat whatsoever to the Master of Reversal. The reason the Master of Reversal had endured in silence until now was entirely to await a opportune moment—a moment when the Eternal Emperor, who kept her tightly guarded, would be bogged down and unable to spare a clone.

Sehun cast a timid glance backward, running right into Luhan's ice-cold stare. Startled, he very consciously removed the hands he had previously braced on either side of Dilraba.

Yeling informed Ji Yayue of all their discoveries and the current rallying point. Upon hearing that Ji Haori had lost his left arm, her delicate body trembled and her eyes grew misty, though she relaxed slightly when told that Ji Haori was now out of danger.

Waves of violent power surged through the Underworld Blood Sword, causing the blood within his body to reverse. Countless thorns of counter-blood seemed to take root and sprout inside him, jointly shattering his divine physique along with the Flying Immortal Source Rain, both internally and externally.

Unfortunately, neither of the two possibilities could be verified, which was why the military commander ultimately refrained from ordering the Great Wall guards to draw their bows and loose their arrows.

Casually pushing the door open, Wu Wei stepped out of his room, out of the illusion, and up into the high altitude. He spread out his divine sense, searching to the absolute limit for anything possessing life. He had never before been so desperately thirsty for battle, so eager to vent.

Taohua kept watching the television program while repeatedly glancing around and toward the front gate. In her heart, she pondered whether Dajun should be on his way back by now after escorting her mother-in-law home. Why wasn't there even a trace of Lijuan? Could they have... Although her eyes were fixed on the TV show, her mind was in complete chaos.

Unable to feel any pain, their initial reaction was a flash of panic, followed immediately by a daze, and then overwhelming ecstasy. Moving their arms, legs, and bodies, the two stumbled to their feet and scrambled toward each other, embracing, kissing, and weeping in a fortunate and blissful reunion.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in a counter-question before suddenly understanding. I closed my eyes with a low sigh and waved a hand to dismiss the eunuch. Qu Zhong simply remained silent off to the side, knowing that my silence meant I was deep in thought, and refrained from disturbing me, continuing to pace the grounds slowly alongside me.

Having no one left in Jingzhou to rely on, I had no choice but to go look for Huo Butian, only to find that Huo Butian had already left Jingzhou and Dongsheng Group had been acquired by someone else. Now, aside from the name, everything else had changed.

Meanwhile, Zhao Dan laughed inwardly to himself, suspecting that Wan Dao probably still had no idea his steward, Wan Hongying, had already perished in Qingshan Town.

At the same time, several hundred other people appeared on the other flank of the army, charging toward the zombies alongside the troops. Judging by their formidable aura, they must have been practitioners of the martial underworld, and not a single one of them was below the fifth tier of the Mortal Realm.

At this moment, on the plaza before the grand hall, the battles among numerous martial artists vying for divine treasures had all but reached their conclusion. After a fierce and brutal contest, the various treasures had found their respective owners.

Even facing someone in a deep, unbroken slumber, Bailuoshang was actually able to steel his resolve to steal from them. Such a complete lack of morality filled Duan Nanshan with profound indignation.

At the same time, he understood that without the blood of this divine beast, it would indeed be exceptionally difficult for him to elevate his physical body once more.

The leading swift undead plummeted straight into the ground with a dull thud.

"What are you doing?" Batuer finally emerged from the kitchen, asking this while sipping sheep's milk.

John felt a jolt of alarm, his figure flashing abruptly to narrowly dodge the first arrow. But right as the second arrow came hurtling toward him, John no longer had time to evade. He had no choice but to swing the Scarlet Phoenix saber in his hand, violently colliding with the incoming arrow.

He Mengyao, entwined by the all-encompassing crystalline flames, glared with furious rage at the two Daoist grandmaster elders of the Heavenly Corpse Sect beside her.

"Hechuan, thank you. If it weren't for you, I truly wouldn't know what to do. Thank you so much," Zhou Xiaoling said, weeping.

Both of his hands continued to knead her large breasts forcefully, while constantly channeling his inner Qi into her body through his palms. Gradually, Zheng Huiwen began to feel a faint stirring deep within her lower body, and she even found herself wishing that Lin Feng's hands would caress her entire body.

After all, Ouyang Tian was the sole heir of the Ouyang family, destined to inherit the family's glory and carry on its legacy into the future.

"What could possibly be so important? You need to get some proper rest right now." He clearly had no intention of letting her go.

Lin Yan relentlessly attacked the wings of the apocalyptic behemoth with the End of Days, but the colossal beast paid him no mind, slaughtering the winged human forces in the sky with all its might. After a few rounds of battle, the Spirit Wing Legion was left with fewer than a hundred men, locked in a bitter struggle against the flying undead.

"Don't you think your man is very handsome?" Gaozi Yu curled back the arm he had placed beneath her head to wrap around her shoulders. Her shoulders were smooth and rounded, and his large palm kept rubbing gently against them.

Seeing this scene, Dewey's smile vanished in an instant, and his previously pleasant mood dissipated completely.

Chu Tian did not force her. He retrieved the medicinal herbs, sat down, and took out the Grand Square Mystic Thunder Cauldron before white medicinal flames ignited in the palm of his hand.

"Uh..." Vice Hall Master Huang's words caught in his throat, and whatever he had been about to say was forcibly swallowed back down.