Chapter 39 Provocation

Boom!

A bizarre, massive hand slowly materialized above the Yin-Yang Heaven Sect. The surging, intense aura caused the sect's grand protective array to shake violently, and the giant phalanges, which blocked out the sun, continuously emanated an aura of wither and decay.

The sect's protective array operated at a breakneck speed.一道道剑光冲天而起，无数道身影从长老殿鱼跃而出，刹那间万千白袍闪烁在阴阳天宗上空，照耀黑夜宛若青天白日。
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"Oh please, Mochi, stop running away. Let's make roasted chicken tonight," Xiangmian and Mochi immediately stopped.

At this moment, Pei Jinjian was restless and flustered. Interrogated by Fu Xingyue, his mind was entirely filled with images of Su Yuqing, which lingered and refused to fade.

Han Yiyi and Wang Jing voiced their protests, but their protests were invalid. In the end, they still had to drink the soup and nourish their fetuses.

Love at first sight? Bai Ling tilted her head slightly and looked at Leng Qingyu beside her. Did he really tell his family something like that?

The assassin in black who was fighting with Shui Luo clashed palms with the sword net. The sword Qi directly shattered the true Qi on the Starfire Palm, instantly severing the assassin's hand and sending blood gushing. The assassin fell to the ground as a result, groaning.

The Heaven-Suppressing Power darted out from the Dantian like lightning. At that very instant, Chu Yun clearly perceived that the Heavenly God Battle Armor trembled slightly.

Jun Ji had originally thought that someone who passed him a note in such a peculiar way wouldn't have a very high status in the Lin family—at most, just an ordinary steward.

"Not good!" Xiangmian instantly sensed the breath of danger, cried out, and immediately pulled An Zhi behind her, taking a sword slash squarely on her own back.

"Boss Huang has come in person to demand accountability, so naturally I must personally serve tea and offer an apology." Lei Donglin spoke with an amiable expression and downed the scalding hot tea in one gulp.

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After all, if it truly were that "notoriously infamous" Plague Doctor, perhaps there really would be a sliver of hope.

Time flew like an arrow, and four days passed in the blink of an eye. These were also the four days when Li Yongle was living through fire and water, yet simultaneously the four days when he felt most at ease—in short, four days of a thousand mixed emotions.

However, once the red light turned green, Chen Feng started the car and drove for a short distance only to discover that several cars beside him had started off at the same time as well, maintaining the exact same direction. It was as if they were escorting and boxing in his vehicle, forcing him to move solely along their path. If he deviated even the slightest bit, he risked colliding with one of their cars.

It could be said that the Dark Island had become a perilous cursed island in the Pacific, instilling deep fear in many people.

At this moment, on the southern border of the Lingyun Kingdom, the emperor of the Earth Territory Kingdom was leading his troops in rest and reorganization.

In Li Yongle's imagination, someone usually referred to as Brother Hu should be the simple-minded, brawny type with a fierce, bandit-like scowl. Yet this Brother Hu from just moments ago didn't look like someone who deserved such a moniker at all.

At this moment, Qin Fan had become the target of public criticism for all the males present, though it conveniently deflected quite a few troubles away from Meng Xiaowei.

Su Mei rushed over with a face full of anger, but the moment she saw Qian Donglai, she froze on the spot.

"Brother Ma, you will come back, won't you?" Ah Dabie trailed behind them reluctantly, seeing them off for dozens of miles along the mountain paths.

Having unsealed it to this extent, Qin Fan didn't dare to continue cutting further. If he were to make one more cut, he might end up ruining the jadeite hidden inside.

K Ubuyashiki Amane shook her head, not answering Ubuyashiki Kagaya's words directly. For them, the question of whether they regretted it or not simply did not exist; this was their innate destiny, passed down from generation to generation, repeating endlessly.

The golden light was dazzling, making it somewhat difficult for everyone to discern that person's appearance. They could only feel that the smile hidden within the radiance was extraordinarily striking, yet carried a hint of eerie deviation, and this inexplicable opening made people even more unable to figure him out.

Biting the activation device of the magnetic energy lightsaber in his mouth and relying on his right hand for support to forcefully stand up, he then held the magnetic energy lightsaber in his right hand, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with dirt, and flashed a brilliant smile at the two of them.

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When it comes to daily necessities, such as shampoo, shower gel, or laundry detergent, once they pass their expiration date—meaning a large portion of the active ingredients have degraded and their potency has declined—they still retain a modicum of usefulness.

Everyone collectively took a deep breath, thinking to themselves that after barely managing to enjoy a relaxing week, they were about to be tormented all over again.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you to say it when you saw the silver-haired auntie? What else can you remember besides eating and sleeping, you little brat! Only the silver-haired auntie and your maternal mother can beat your stinky butt into a pulp next time, don't get it wrong!" Morgana said with a face full of dark lines as she imparted her experience.

However, considering the physical structure of these metallic lifeforms was entirely different from flesh-and-blood lifeforms, this outcome was well within reason.

Facing an official faction armed solely with cold weapons, the might of the mages from the magical world could be described as an absolute, crushing dominance.

Although Ye Feng knew he currently lacked the capability to participate in that bloody and tragic night of the Tianyun Sect, every time he recalled this matter and thought of the unknown tribulations facing Nian Yunhuan, his desire to grow stronger burned ever more intensely.

After simply taking care of his clothes, Weiyun lay down on the comfortable big bed in the hotel, preparing to rest.

Feeling the sincerity in Ye Wudao's words, Yang Ningsu remained silent, seemingly wishing to savor those sweet-nothings that might appear utterly cliché in the eyes of ordinary lovers, yet held profound and unique significance for the two of them.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Envoy!" The burly man froze for a moment, then abruptly smashed his forehead against the ground, heavily kowtowing to Tan Zong. Tears streamed down his face in torrents. Tan Zong's seemingly stern words had stirred a faint warmth within his heart, giving him a glimmer of hope for survival.

"However, it shouldn't be a problem not to leave right now. Judging by your setup here, you should be able to hold out for quite a long time," Wallace said.

The Yunqing Pill truly lived up to its reputation as a sacred antidote; its effects were instantaneous and miraculous. Within a short span of time, the dark greenish-blue tint on Daoist Guanshan's face rapidly receded, replaced by a faint flush of color, and the pitch-black blood flowing from the wound on his finger gradually turned red again.

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