Volume 1, Chapter 36: Fingertips Touching Like an Electric Shock

For the content Huo Xuetong revealed to him was precisely about the past of Elder Huo and Madam Huo.

"Your Majesty, I have brought Xiang Long, the successor of the space-time conversion magic. Shall we begin the ritual?" asked Monk Fan.

As he spoke, Xiang Long surveyed his surroundings, noting that the walls were cast from bluestone bricks, and reasoned that he must still be in the stone chamber beneath Death Mountain.

Blocked in front and pursued from behind, the SUV attempted to floor the gas, ramming the makeshift checkpoint to squeeze out via the emergency lane; sparks flew as the car door scraped against the highway guardrail.

She thought of that eerie embroidery and of Madam Zhan; fear gripped her heart, and she had no desire to see Han Cheng at all.

In truth, the power Sauron displayed in the film was merely that of the Foundation Establishment stage, which already belonged to the highest tier of combat power in the Lord of the Rings world. Yet, this arrogant and overbearing Dark Lord Sauron was but an ant in the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Logaris had about seven or eight thousand troops under his direct command. Originally border garrison forces, most of these men were thugs, ruffians, or criminals—vicious by nature. Now, having received orders from their superior, they showed no mercy when it came to killing.

"Forget about me for a moment. You said you were bitten by that monster? Can you let me see the wound?" The Dragon Mother's expression was grave.

"My name is Luo Yun, a warrior under the Marquis of the Northwest." The cultivator Luo Yun spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, meeting Dong Shanhu's gaze directly.

Feng Ling's words, combined with her irresistibly cute expression, made it impossible for Liu Shengqiang to remain angry with her. Then, Feng Ling cleared her throat, and her expression turned serious.

The four commanders lifted the stretcher. As they moved forward, the gaze of every soldier followed them, eyes unblinking, until they entered the tent of the Marquis of the Southwest, refusing to look away for a long time.

Ye Jinyi was about to ask why, but suddenly felt a wave of dizziness; everything before her eyes grew increasingly blurred, and she collapsed onto Wei Qingxiao.

The next day, Qin Feng had Ling Yao send word, feigning a summons back to the city, and remained there to cultivate, no longer participating in the affairs of the Chimei Mountains.

At this moment, seeing Long Yechuanzi flee in critical condition and the Evil Soul Emperor and his companion showing signs of defeat, they finally turned their direction and charged toward Qin Feng.

Chu Mo naturally knew that Di Xuan had intentionally sent him away, but he did not mind; he had many things to ask Mu Yunzhi later, so there was no rush.

"That's good. I'll take you to find a place to stay." Yu Liangchen scratched his head again and led Su Hongqing away to find lodging.

Hei Tong stepped onto the drill platform. This time, she didn't say much, simply dividing the men below into two groups: one led by Xu Ye and Feng Zexiu for training, and the other consisting of those young masters and scions sent here merely to bolster their reputations.

That assassin happened to be in the livestream room; from his screenshots, it was evident that he was indeed at the five o'clock position relative to the young noble.

Using its sharp spikes as a blade, it sliced open its own plump body, releasing a fragrant aroma.

As for the secret of his identity as Ultraman being exposed, he did not care. After all, apart from his unique identity as a caretaker for "Lord Le," his current power was enough to make most people in the world shrink back.

After all, only when there is love in one's heart can there be light in one's eyes. Without light, how can there be love? Thus, in the end, Yu Sheng calmly offered the bespectacled man a smile.

Li Ying appeared remarkably generous as she said to Qiu Feng with a smile, "Qiu Feng, your friend Brother Wang is truly a good person."

"They're gone, stop waving. Didn't you hear him say he can't be bothered to come to the capital?" As a husband, Hou Liangping’s tone was a bit sour seeing his wife flirting with another man right in front of him.

Suddenly, a truck arrived. The driver from the Crispy Sweet Fruit Supermarket, Huang San, and several villagers scooped up the baskets and shoved them into the vehicle, and then the truck slowly pulled away.

Xiao Wuxin was about to reach for it when a swirling demonic gale suddenly whipped up, and an eerie black wind howled through the jungle.

"It will not be too far off." As Ye Fan said this, the Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things appeared, hovering above his head and dripping down ten thousand strands of mysterious yellow energy, misty and ethereal.

His face was bloated with flesh, his skin a ghastly shade of red, and his head appeared completely bald, save for a fringe of bangs that were left in disarray by the wind.

Xue Jian was the only person in the world who could touch Yun Ting without being electrocuted, so she naturally found it easy to gain his favor.

Xiao Cunqin was fluent in six languages, Japanese being no exception. A glance told him the content was pro-Japanese, so he deliberately caused trouble in class to attract the director's attention.

After Chen Youliang died, Zhu Yuanzhang no longer had any misgivings. Moreover, Han Lin'er was like a mere ornament in the army; the entire military listened only to him. Afterward, surrounded by his generals, he proclaimed himself the Prince of Wu.

Zhuo Yu also had some spirit stones inside his Qiankun Bead, which he had obtained from the old Taoist priest of the Lanshan Sect. Spirit stones were divided into low, medium, and high grades, containing spiritual energy for cultivation, and medium-grade stones were generally used as currency.

"Don't be happy too soon! You are only at the fifth stage of the Doubt Realm; your strength is still inferior to mine!" Fei roared these words, as if trying to bolster his own courage.

Chun'er first brewed me a cup of black tea to warm me up, saying that drinking black tea was good for me in this season. The faint scent of Pu-erh tea drifted into my nose on a breeze, making me feel that this tea was truly unique. Having drunk too much green tea lately, changing the flavor once in a while was a pleasant choice.

"I have no other choice now. As long as I can possess the strength to contend with the Profound Emperor, I am willing to try, no matter how great the risk." Qi Poxian’s resolve was firm. True Nine-Tripod powerhouses were not meant for him or this era; he had to forge another path and become a half-step Nine-Tripod powerhouse.