Chapter 120: Wielding the Patent Sword When There's Nothing Else to Do

Page 1/3

As the tribulation clouds dispersed, the Alchemical Platform, which had been filled with lightning and thunder just a moment before, instantly returned to a clear, sunny sky.

She was not a dull girl, and she usually possessed a certain cleverness. Seeing Li Xin feeling down, she would pick a couple of jokes to tell her. When Aunt Cui visited last time, she had even adorably hidden away the family’s valuables that were left out. Whenever Li Xin thought of it afterward, she couldn't help but laugh.

With the Forbidden Eye, the perfect skill of Ultimate Devour allows one to replicate any ability seen by Cheng Yang. Given enough time and opportunity, theoretically, Cheng Yang could even replicate the entire world.

The man-headed, scorpion-tailed monster missed its strike. Its blood-red eyes emitted a chilling, eerie cyan light, which struck the ground behind me instantly, followed by a deafening roar and a cloud of dust.

"Damn it, we've come this far, we have to open it. Look, the candle is fine; stop being so paranoid," the fatty cursed. After kowtowing, he pulled out his tools, but when he looked at me and asked for help, Zhao Qiuyang stopped him.

The whole family set down their chopsticks. Li Erlang helped Madam Jiang back, and Madam Liu urged her to sit and eat first. After the meal, Madam Liu sent Li Erlang to the west end of the village to find Doctor Meng.

Qiao Yuyan signaled for Yue Mei to uncover the tray. Neatly arranged on it were several pieces of jewelry: jade bracelets, jade pendants, gold hairpins, jade hair sticks, and pearl flowers. Although they were common accessories, their owner caused the surrounding crowd to gasp in shock.

A-Mei held Yang'er, while Li Xin held a fishing net and a bamboo basket. The three of them walked happily up the slope, with Erhei circling around them before darting off somewhere in the blink of an eye.

The main hall was occupied by elderly people of high seniority, most of them dim-sighted. Li Houbo and Li Houshu were naturally not going to talk to them, and it happened that Li Houzhong was the one greeting the guests inside.

Hearing the Old Matriarch say this, Qiao Yuyan found it difficult to insist further. After thanking her, she handed the items to Yue Mei for safekeeping.

Vice President Xu’s slightly rough fingertips brushed over Li Weiyin’s scar, causing her waist and abdomen to tremble slightly.

This was the reason why Liu Jin had sent them to the Golden Continent. It was precisely because the Golden Continent possessed a large number of experimental subjects and materials, sufficient for Li Anyuan to research a method for smallpox inoculation.

Page 2/3

Even a strike capable of easily shattering rock and bending steel was no match for a bazooka imbued with Armament Haki, which blocked Sanji’s attack with ease.

"But, don't the people of the Four Great Jianghu all harbor hostility toward the people of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty?" Lin Shixian asked, somewhat puzzled.

After Ren Hai finished listening, he ignored Wutong and set his phone aside. A while later, the phone screen lit up. He had set it to silent, so what did it mean that the screen was lighting up now?

The Supreme Emperor had ruled for many years. Although the court affairs were in decay, he was, after all, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty. The current emperor inherited his orthodoxy. Having ascended the throne only recently, the new monarch lacked prestige, and given his poor performance in the Kaifeng campaign, he had failed the expectations of the people.

As for Li Yang, the fierce aura surrounding him surged once again. His eyes were as cold as ice, and the Yuanliang sword in his hand blazed with flame. As he swung it, chilling sword qi rippled outward, shattering the scales of every Red-Scaled Rat it touched.

"Then I shall have the Imperial Guard select twenty soldiers to escort Lu Ping." Since they were all under the rule of the Great Song, no one considered twenty guards to be too few.

Lian Haiping stumbled back a few steps, unable to believe this was the case. The trajectory of his life had suddenly taken a completely different turn here. If he had not met Chen Xuanqing, he would never have obtained that book of Ghost Arts, and everything that followed would never have existed.

After lingering on Li Yang for a few moments, Uncle Chen suddenly recalled the gray-robed evil cultivator he had encountered outside. Thinking it might be related to what was happening here, he spoke of it.

As for himself, only Yang Jun knew light-foot techniques. Perhaps he could break out, but what about him? Even though he had just become immensely strong, he knew no such techniques and was unarmed—what was he to do?

That was his ultimate trump card, more secretive than the psychic nuke or even the Divine Artifact Furnace.

The Supreme Ancestor felt his body being filled with fire, which rapidly ignited him, burning him inch by inch. The excruciating pain started from the point of attack and rapidly spread to the surroundings.

Hu Yan looked at Mo Yu, who sat cross-legged, devouring the spiritual vein energy like clouds and mist. A flash of shock crossed her eyes; the sheer scale of his spiritual energy consumption was even more impressive than that of her father, a master of the Tiangang Realm.

Page 3/3

At this moment, Jiang Jichen felt that his physical strength had reached an astonishing level, far surpassing what it had been before.

How much strength left? No, the power and aura of the "Mount Tai Fist" Hong Guang had fallen too far; it was uncertain if he could even throw a punch.

Seeing their commander captured, the government troops were in a state of chaos. Some fled the battlefield, while others, trapped, threw down their weapons and gave up the fight.

For instance, the Emperor Yingtian and the Demon Emperor—each was more ruthless than the last. The number of people who had died directly or indirectly at their hands was long beyond counting.

The middle-aged man in the dragon robe looked solemn. For the first time, he announced his name and origin, followed by a cold, sharp shout.

Having confirmed Li Mu’s leadership and discussed the principles of their operation, the group rested for an hour before entering the only teleportation barrier.

In the dark corridor outside the reception hall, Ino and Rosalia waited in silence until the voices of the four witnesses rang out again—they testified that Lily had indeed completed her part of the contract.

His Majesty the Pope asked gently while putting on the ski gloves he had just taken off; it was too cold here.

Regardless of how many other reasons Jiu Chenjun and Lü Fengqi might have, if they wanted to kill him and An Bochen, this would be the only true reason.