Chapter 26: Do You Think Cao Bin Could Have Died?

Although it was already night, the sun had set, and with no direct sunlight, there was no risk of damage to the eyes or skin, yet the heat remained oppressive, still over seventy degrees. The ground temperature during the day reached over a hundred degrees, and even at night, it must have stayed at least seventy or eighty. Even if you wore nothing, walking those four kilometers would be nearly impossible for the average person. It was truly the line between life and death.

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Arriving at the mining office, Yan Han saw Lin Feng’s face, the color of pig’s liver, and knew the higher-ups had not treated him lightly with their punishment. But just as he had this thought, he lost consciousness; the hands that had gripped the rope so desperately fell slack.

Ziyu looked at the wine in his hand, awkward for a moment. He didn’t drink! Though he was unfamiliar with social conventions, he wasn’t a fool; refusing to drink would be an affront, wouldn’t it?

Watching the company’s high-level executives kneeling before him, Jiang Ning merely gave a disdainful smile.

Lin Shuai listened as the green-bearded cultivator revealed the entire method of traversing acupoints and meridians. He could not help but be alarmed; though unwilling, he nodded repeatedly.

To Chu Chaosheng, the words grated on his ears. He squeezed harder, making the other cough violently, his face swelling red with the effort.

On the contrary, the weaker the divine essence, the easier it was to merge, and the higher the chance of success—but the resulting strength would be much less.

Suddenly, the External Dao Patriarch let out a furious roar; half the three thousand wings on his back vanished, blood gushing unstoppably.

“I don’t like drinking those things, I only like chicken soup. Didn’t you find out what I preferred before bringing gifts?”

Zhou Yan still only had a rudimentary understanding of the dual-soul-in-one-body phenomenon, completely unaware of the intrinsic connection between his original soul and the newly born one.

“As long as you refine these three treasures, you’ll be able to wield them completely. You must depart at once—after fifteen days, the Void Sky Palace will close,” Ling Yuling said with a bright smile.

As for films, it would depend on how popular he became; only then would bold investors approach him, and the quality would likely be uneven.

Even the silver dragon scales, refracted in the glow of the surrounding magma, shone with dazzling golden light.

Communication failed, her face darkened, and she even flew off directly—was she throwing a tantrum, or deliberately leaving to let him concentrate on seeking the Spirit of Ten Thousand Frosts in the Northern Plains?

His skills in forging and formations were already mastered, but that was when his cultivation was lower.

Wang Quan wanted to interrogate these proper demon soldiers, but those captured had no intelligence at all, only beast-like howls, their minds deranged. Even searching their memories yielded nothing.

After many exchanges between the two sides, the willow branch in Li Yunze’s hand could no longer withstand the repeated blows; at last, it snapped.

Leng Feiyan sighed softly and said nothing more, her mind involuntarily recalling a battle many years ago, before she had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage—back then, in the Yuan Secret Realm, she had encountered a rogue cultivator named Zhang Tianbiao.

Yet the silver-haired man didn’t even glance at Liu Hu, his eyes filled with an aloof and cold pride.

“Boom, boom, boom…” From the moment of launch, it broke the sound barrier. Each shattering of the sonic threshold enveloped the Avalokitesvara-like Susanoo in a fist of white mist, giving the image of Guanyin an otherworldly aura.

Those two words, Luo Yan’er nearly spat out through gritted teeth. But that bastard Xiao Yu kept using her comb, continuing to fix his hair, pretending not to see her at all.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll have to risk everything!” Staring at the enormous wraith before him, Akimichi Choza clenched his fists.

“I’ve seen it—and I even managed to escape from inside.” The shadow puppeteer turned to look behind himself.

For among the world-class magical treasures he had forged in the Gate of All Beings, six belonged to Amitabha.

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