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Among the various spiritual fires, the Nine-Infant Spirit Fire is an ancient demonic flame, both tyrannical and terrifying. If an immortal were to consume it, nine times out of ten, the Nine-Infant would seize control and consume the host instead, which is why the Great Emperor of Fengdu uttered that sigh.

Watching Jin Chanzi, who remained immersed in some unknown state, the Monkey suddenly had the illusion that there was an invisible thread connecting them, a sense of having known each other for a long time that he could not quite put into words.

When watching the "Night of the Chimera's Cry" episode of Fullmetal Alchemist, many people’s feelings were a chaotic mix of "I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying," "What the hell," "Damn it all," and "Waaaaah."

Back then, when he was first possessed by the system, he too had been so excited he couldn't sleep, diligently completing every task the system assigned him day after day.

The fact that the billions-of-tons-heavy Mount Tai Spirit could be swept away by a giant wave was truly eye-popping.

Dan the Madman paid no heed to the Eighth Brother’s provocations. He simply stared blankly at Adai, while a stormy sea raged within his heart. The idea that the I Ching was a manual for alchemy was nonsense. However, the fact that the I Ching held hidden connections to alchemical arts was a monumental secret.

The person who had used a crossbow to shoot Teacher Jin had already been hit by a bullet, though Teacher Jin had failed to strike his vitals.

Old Daoist Lu and Xuan Han had vanished, leaving only that solemn and majestic golden Buddhist light still struggling to hold its ground.

Ever since the day they destroyed the giant bird atop the stone pillar, the old monk Qingshui had remained inside the tent, for he too had discovered that in this desert, there was not a shred of spiritual energy to be found.

Xu Tian, fearing trouble, turned his head and hid himself behind Sitong. Fortunately, Bai Qi from the neighboring team was standing further ahead, and since the people traveling with her seemed to be in front of her, Bai Qi likely wouldn't turn back.

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I have arranged for Mao Mao to stay at my place, and Li Peng and Tang Weibo have also arrived at our main base, which has significantly bolstered my strength. What I still cannot fathom is Fan Zhe; when did he leave? Are the Faceless Man and the Second Master truly his right-hand men? Where on earth did he go?

"But what if there is a household with no able-bodied laborers, only young children and a widowed mother?" Tang Seng asked.

The soldiers charged forward. Wang Qiang, his left hand bandaged and his right gripping a sniper rifle, fired several times in quick, fluid succession. Almost every shot hit its mark; not a single bullet was wasted. With the special forces joining the counter-offensive, the assault became even more fierce and unstoppable.

Meng Xiangfeng and Kong Bieli were also thinking the same thing: Tian Zheng was dead, Taichan had passed away, and the elites of the twelve great sects were exhausted. Having taken such a desperate gamble, they could not afford to let the tiger return to the mountain. But how could they stop such a young man—one who was so nonchalant, with eyebrows arched high and such an unhurried demeanor?

A cave would not have just one exit; at most, there would be three, each leading to a different place. The first led directly to the sea, where one could board a boat or similar craft. The second led to a second mountain.

Jiang Sen said with a darkened expression, "Deputy Brigade Commander Lu, this is Captain Li of the Longxing Farm Guard, who commands 500 men. According to Brother Mu’s arrangements, Captain Li’s team is officially incorporated into the First Regiment. Captain Li will serve as the battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion. This is Deputy Brigade Commander Lu Dahu." The two sides shook hands warmly to show their rapport.

Tang Peng’s expression shifted slightly. He knew deep down that if he failed to kill Tu Gun after three strikes, two very dire consequences would follow: first, he might not be able to subdue Tu Gun, and second, Liu Qianbian and the others might very well have the courage to turn on him.

Goosebumps had already broken out on Xiao Qiushui’s neck; those three swords were colder than the mountain springs.

Ying Qiyao gripped his sword tightly. "If I knew, I would have told you long ago," Ying Qiyao said with a bitter smile, striking out with a palm.

Of course, there were also the people from the Two Thousand Dao Peaks, constantly preparing pills for them. In this war of attrition, it was all about who could outlast the other.

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"Damn it, what on earth happened?" The Sovereign of the Demon Realm rose abruptly. His height of over two meters was trembling violently, and his face was shrouded in gloom, filled with murderous intent.

"That’s good, that’s good." Gonggong breathed a sigh of relief. If Li Shaofan had acted on impulse and gone over there, the war between the Zhutian Alliance and the Heavenly Court would likely have erupted immediately.

However, almost no one ever called him by his name, Latin. Most addressed him with the honorific "Seventh Young Master." Even a head of state, upon meeting him, would have to address him as such.

The next moment, a massive energy orb, condensed from space-time magic, shot instantly along the magical tether toward Mai Shiranui, detonating upon impact.

But at that time, he had been under the constant surveillance of the Zhongyi Alliance, so he naturally had no opportunity to examine the anomaly at his wound.

"It’s just a feeling, not particularly strong, but I can guarantee that there is definitely something wrong here. Now that their side is missing a Saint, I think we should find a time to go and cause them some trouble, to rattle their nerves. That way, we will have more time," Li Shaofan said.

Yet in this match, the Hell Team shocked the entire arena with their stunning performance, conquering every single spectator present.

The remaining representative members glanced at one another, each seeing the helplessness in the others' eyes. In today’s world, national power equates to diplomatic influence, and it was clear that the two nations represented by the speakers just now held the greatest sway. Even in this very meeting, those two countries were the ones who had gained the most.