Endless Journey of Learning (4)

With a twist of his palm, he formed a strange hand seal, and the colossal image began to assemble itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bones and corpses fused together, corpse energy drew in flesh and blood, until, astonishingly, it transformed into a faceless corpse doll.

Meanwhile, the rain of advanced brown-green poison droplets fell upon the protective shield of mysterious energy, emitting a sizzling, crackling sound.

Unlike Sun Shangxiang, all the surrounding guests were in utter ecstasy.

"How did Brother Duobao suddenly become so powerful? Even now, we're no match for him," Qin Wan said with a bitter smile.

If one observed closely, they could spot a tree in the downstream woods that occasionally shifted slightly.

"Alright, cut the chatter. With such dense woods and so many obstacles, this result is already impressive. It's time for us to get to work," Lei said casually to his teammate, then stuffed the communication device back into his leg pouch.

Swan heard someone whispering nearby, and the words were clear enough, yet she still couldn't quite grasp their meaning.

"Blessings and calamities come hand in hand—if he hadn't become a fallen angel, he wouldn't have returned to being a radiant angel today. Alpha, don't overthink it," Hu Ao remarked calmly from the side.

The activation of this hunting mode depended on three main meridians: the Hand Sun, Hand Lesser Yang, and Hand Yang Bright.

The dazzling light vanished completely as the two magical treasures merged, as if it had never existed.

The idea to kill Fan Yu came to him on a whim. There was only one demon core, and dividing it could easily lead to disputes, perhaps even a fight between the two over it. Since their relationship was merely a partnership, he decided to seize the opportunity and eliminate him.

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Huang Gai was startled: how could there be patrol soldiers so far out? The patrol range of Cao’s army was truly vast.

At the last syllable, Ye Huan’s An Lushan’s Claw fiercely kneaded Terashima Fish’s clothing. At the moment, Terashima Fish wore a bright red kimono, her pale, beautiful face resembling a delicate flower battered by wind and rain. Ye Huan couldn’t help but recall her appearance on the beach that day, clad in a white bikini.

Li Hongran opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, feeling stifled in his heart. He stole a glance at Chen Yang, offering him a look of apology.

During the psychological warfare, he felt almost exhausted; even facing a master of the Golden Core stage was less stressful. As people from Earth would say: this feeling is utterly messed up.

During this process, Ye Feng, to save time, repeatedly stepped on the glass beneath him, propelling his body upward at great speed.

They could see those zombies in the raging fire, still fearlessly surging upward. Yet, confronted by the flames, their clothes ignited instantly, and their skin blackened rapidly before their eyes.

As for the big yellow cat, its mutation favored extreme speed. If it encountered other types of mutant zombies, it could still hold its ground, even if it couldn’t win.

Of course, everyone knew that the true energy possessed by a cultivator in the Fasting stage far exceeded that of someone in the Qi Refining stage, so Lin Tianheng’s choice to engage in a battle of endurance was undoubtedly the safest approach.

While Su Ye was still lost in thought, another wave of fierce bidding erupted in the hall.

After reading the letter, Wang Fu’s face showed a cold smile. The letter was from the Imperial Guards, detailing that the rebel forces—seemingly at peace with Ming—were frequently redeploying troops and hinting at plans to attack Ming from the south.

Xiao Yu stepped into the Divine Cemetery Garden, greeted by a vast icy plain and swirling snowflakes. Outside, it was early summer, but here, it was deep winter—a striking contrast.

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Especially remarkable were some works Zhang Ning hadn’t anticipated; after continuous updates of "I Am Just a Rogue," Zhang Ning discovered other classic gangster novels.

Many merchants, like Sharp, did the same. The new goods brought by Ming were hot sellers throughout Europe; only Feng Jinfu's tea remained lackluster. Feng Jinfu had to bundle the tea with other commodities, barely managing to sell a few loads.

The lecherous old man intended to bury himself alive to fertilize the Udumbara flower, but judging by his demeanor, he was in no rush to deal with himself, so Xiao Yu’s life was temporarily safe.

"Yes, your Majesty, we thank you for your guidance." After the emperor’s speech, everyone felt the weight of responsibility.

It was the Immortal Execution Lance—its magic power suddenly surged, breaking through several layers of restrictions he had set, flying out from its dedicated storage bag and tearing through it as if it were nothing.

As I gazed up at the starry sky, the sound of high heels striking the ground suddenly reached me, and I knew she had arrived. I didn’t know what she wanted to say to me, but perhaps it was something important.

In this world, composing an original piece was already difficult; to create a truly beautiful melody was all the more challenging.

Feng Linglang pressed his lips together. He wanted to say this was war—death and injury were inevitable, nothing out of the ordinary—but seeing the sorrow on the person in his arms, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

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