Day 67 of Turning Into Rimuru

Liu Chang's expression, tense all the way, finally relaxed at this moment, and a peaceful look appeared in her clear, watery eyes. When people are afraid, they often yearn more for bustling and noisy sounds.

When Qin Yang found the hiding place of Mo Wendao and the others, it was in complete disarray with traces of a fierce battle everywhere. Obviously, someone had arrived a step ahead of them and abducted these people.

They had an agreement that if they got separated, they would leave special markers to guide the way and regroup. Within half a hour, he found them by a lake.

Seeing that Jiang Hao was so confident, Wu Meng and Wu Ling found it hard to persuade him further for the moment, but deep down they remained extremely worried about Jiang Hao's safety.

The members of the Tianwei Sect felt that they could not delay Lin Xian's bright future. After all, it was already difficult for him to make further progress in the lower realm, and wanting to increase his cultivation level could only be achieved by wasting time bit by bit, which would be detrimental to his future Daoist path.

Inside the divine hall, the corpse of the young man killed by Lin Feng had already been cleared away, without leaving even a single drop of blood—truly leaving no trace whatsoever.

Perhaps had he arrived a little later and missed the fierce battle just now, he would not have thought this way, especially if he had witnessed the terrifying power erupted by those seemingly gentle legs.

However, those hundreds of sword qi pursued Qin Yang like living things, tracking him down with even greater precision than a heat-seeking missile.

Along with this palm strike, an indescribable gale arose out of thin air, blowing the group of security guards ahead flying backward.

The five-colored radiance spread out in an instant, shrouding all the various realms formed by the fragmentation of the Primordial Land, while simultaneously forming a thin film of light.

Li Ming also discovered this situation; there was a lot of residual demonic energy on the cave door, and whoever destroyed this door was a practitioner of the demonic path.

The heavy impact made Wuchang dizzy, yet it seemed there was still a sliver of clarity left in his spiritual core. He knew that matters were definitely not simple. By now, Wuchang clearly noticed that his reactions had become sluggish. He felt overwhelmingly drowsy, just wanting to lie down on a bed and sleep.

"Setting up the formation only now—don't you think it's a bit too late?" Before the words finished, the Dragon Python felt its entire body devoid of strength, completely unable to move.

Half a day later, the group arrived by a pool of water, preparing to rest and eat something before moving on.

The outside battle grew increasingly fierce, and with no reinforcements from other cities, the Yunfu City army was forced into a continuous retreat. The experts could only suppress some of the puppets, remaining utterly helpless against the rest, as among the puppets there were even individuals whose strength reached the Creation Realm.

Continuing on until they reached the dilapidated building at the very edge of the city, she lived on the third floor, where the lights were still on. Looking at those lights, I suddenly felt afraid, and then I stopped in my tracks.

Hearing the footsteps, Anran raised her head and smiled at him. Under the soft, yellowish glow of the lights, that gentle smile made one feel as if a spring breeze were sweeping across a calm lake, stirring up ripples. They were not large, but they spread outward in endless, continuous circles, bringing a unique and profound sense of comfort.

The spaceship was not the common cigar shape seen nowadays. This vessel resembled more of the spaceships from the electronic games Wuchang used to play in his past life. Its overall structure was sharp and well-defined, looking somewhat like a giant Chinese character for "mountain," or perhaps like the trident of the sea god Poseidon.

My eyes instantly turned blood-red as I stared at the rampaging dark shadow. The shadow seemed to sense my anger; she slowly turned around and looked at me tremblingly.

"We acquired the gems and the Longevity Vine here, which drew the heavenly lightning," said the Thunder Spirit Leopard.

A dozen blazing firestorms surged from all directions, threatening to reduce this entire realm to ashes.

By evening, Qingzi still had not returned, only making a quick phone call to say she was safe.

In a certain part of the Shurima Desert, the [Desert Nasus], a former demigod, was naturally also among those summoned by the ancient battlefield.

The Southern Shamanism Cult must have come to stop her from seeking the "medicine" for her master. Now that she had run into them, how could she possibly make it back to deliver the medicine to her master?

As for Peng Shuting, after being dragged out of the dormitory by her father Peng Zhixiang, she wailed loudly with a wronged look on her face.

Having spent so much time together with deep sisterly affection, when Yan's body bloomed like fireworks before her eyes, Zhixin's heart shattered.

When the group arrived at the entrance of the crematorium, Han Zeyu was still chattering incessantly into Xia Xiaoyun's ear.

However, at this moment, his face was filled with fear, and his attitude was extremely humble, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

Above the arena, Lin Tian looked toward Solo and could see him struggling. Every struggle pulled at Solo's injured internal organs, causing him immense pain.

Sitting by the window seat, Ye Yiyi was originally playing with her mobile phone, but upon seeing Hu Yang, she waved at him with a sweet smile plastered across her face.

Captain Tang did have a habit of shielding her own people, yes, but she rarely engaged in non-violent physical intimacy with others.

Wang Junjie seemed to have recalled something as well; his face, already pale from being a ghost, was filled with anger, as if he had suffered the greatest grievance and insult.

Chu Ge was no fool either; he simply lacked the experience of these ancient monsters. Seeing their reactions, it dawned on him that this damn thing was simply the golden cicada shedding its shell trick employed by this girl.

Handsome Guo was speechless. Is that really the point? A bamboo chopstick pierced three inches deep into a brick—do you have no idea what that implies?

After the elite soldiers escorting the bandits had marched briskly past the main gate, a military truck—packed as tight as a farmer hauling pigs into the city—creaked and groaned at the rear of the procession, laboriously crossing the city gates of Jicheng under its crushing weight.

As a result, upon hearing some students say that teachers and disciples from the Jiang State had come to the Black and White Academy... a large crowd of students rushed over to watch the excitement.

Bai Huanwen stepped forward to shield Luo Yun'er, while Luo Yun'er grabbed Bai Huanwen's hand, deliberately speaking out to those people.

At this moment, rather than being happy about selling two villas, she rushed out with a face full of sorrow and incomparable anxiety.

"I don't like to lie; I am stating facts. If you don't gamble, you certainly won't be able to hold your head up, but who told you that gambling means you will win?"

"Put away your filthy thoughts, or else shall we spar again?" Bai Gui cracked his knuckles, producing a series of popping sounds.

Just as she said, defeating Zhou Yuchen and scheming to strip him of his crown prince status could only be achieved through two severe charges: treason and rebellion.