Chapter 37

"Oh, Brother Chu Yun, don't drop it! The things inside are very expensive." Elamu caught the box in a panic, his feet stumbling, nearly causing him to fall.

Looking at this milk-white substance and the slight dampness on the quilt, Qin Yumuo seemed to think of something not suitable for children.

No matter how one looked at it, it was a treasure. If such a fine treasure could be brought into his Yin family, wouldn't that mean...?

The group ran one after another toward the tall tower that served as the starting point for the space-time tunnel. The few zombies that followed close behind hadn't even had the chance to climb the stairs before Donna casually shot them dead.

However, Jin Chuncheng knew that all the people Xiang Yang killed were scum; toward his friends, Xiang Yang was extremely loyal and righteous.

"The Patriarch is right there." Upon reaching the main hall, Wang Jin saw the situation: a golden statue of the Buddha was placed against the cave wall, and Wuhai was sitting in front of it. Below him were many monks chanting sutras and striking wooden fish. While he hadn't heard any noise outside, now he could hear a great deal of sound.

Diaz and Xiana drew the attention of the Star of Extinction, while Toby seized the opportunity to gather his strength and unleash a powerful attack.

"You refused before you even finished listening. Are you sure you don't want to hear my terms?" Chu Yun had long been mentally prepared for this reaction from Lin Chen; after all, for a person like Lin Chen, he would never do anything without a clear benefit.

This tribulation to immortality was not as strong as he had imagined. Theoretically, the power of a tribulation should scale with the cultivator's strength, but Wang Jin's heavenly tribulation was not like that. Wang Jin even felt that this tribulation was unworthy of him; its intensity was simply too weak.

There was a line between darkness and light—not very distinct, yet visible to the eye. On one side of this line was the lake, and on the other was a pavilion on the shore, and Cui Qingchen sat right between these two realms.

"Is it done?" Han Dao still wore a look of doubt. He could feel that at this very moment, several layers of special subspace barriers had suddenly appeared around him.

The Lieutenant Colonel's eyes narrowed sharply. He could certainly hear that the Captain China before him was using a double entendre.

Turning his head, the Silver Ridge Python looked toward the Black Bat of the Western Dragon Gate. As the two demon generals met each other's eyes, they both nodded, reaching a silent understanding.

"Roar!" Suddenly, Zhang Li let out a low growl. He opened his massive maw, and a terrifying force of devouring instantly locked onto thousands of the dragon race.

"Liu Nu, do you have nothing to say?" His expression was icy. After gaining the allegiance of Fa Yuan and the other two, he no longer deliberately concealed his inner dissatisfaction.

Moreover, Cao Kun's personality, deeply influenced by his biological father, had undergone an irreparable transformation. He viewed life as mere grass, especially when dealing with those of humble origins and no background. He never even looked at them properly; he would beat them if he felt like it, scold them at will, and vent his frustrations however he pleased.

Ge Minshan had his life's cultivation drained. Had Le Yiyang not acted in time, he would have likely passed away by now. He was currently extremely frail, with cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead.

The location they were in now was a hanging garden at an altitude of seven or eight hundred meters—a suspended courtyard held aloft by sheer pressure.

The most terrifying part of an avalanche, besides the snow that covered everything in its path, was the air blast created during the impact. Because the avalanche was triggered by freshly fallen snow, the speed was astonishing. By the time the snow wave reached halfway down the hillside, it had already gained enough velocity to cause the air to vibrate violently, forming a horrific shockwave.

You wonder why you ever thought to show off something to the Emperor every single day.

Although the other party said so, Lin Feng still felt uneasy and maintained a vigilant stance throughout.

The coalition forces, upon learning that the nuclear missile had been launched, fell into despair. With vacant eyes, they looked up, waiting for the arrival of death.

He even left her at home, drunk and uncared for, without bothering to see if she was suffering.

If this truly had a connection to the Great Qin of Great Xia's history, wouldn't the entire nation be raised to the heavens along with it!?

There were only six short words, but they sounded exactly like her mother’s tone—clean, decisive, and devoid of any emotion.

Lu Yu, who had always been a dashing romantic, was naturally unable to escape the charm of Shang Yunshu, and he addressed her with intimacy.

However, through his senses, he discovered that the distance to the spiritual artifact that could help him ascend to A-rank had been shortened by an untold amount.

Accompanied by a playful voice, that tall figure stepped into the light domain, revealing his true form before his prey without the slightest apprehension.

Before leaving, Gu Ziyi looked back with reluctance. Cang Yue seemed equally reluctant; she stood before the transparent barrier, watching Gu Ziyi until his figure disappeared completely.

This was the problem! Wang Taika knew clearly that although the current situation at XB Entertainment was good, it was still possible for everything to be lost at any moment.

Neither side would easily concede. Although this was what Meng Yuhan had hoped for, the spectacle before her still left her somewhat shocked and afraid.

"Alright, it's fine now. Next, it depends on this young lady!" Bei Buli said, holding the sword he had just snapped.

The black-robed figure didn't even turn his head, his cold voice drifting out, yet Fujimoto Saburo felt as if he saw a flash of lethal, life-stealing cold light from behind that metal mask.

The brown bear did not slow down, lunging forward fiercely. The sword fell, just missing its head and plunging into the back of its neck. The bear's strength was immense; the tip of the sword sank two or three inches deep, carrying both the blade and Taoist Yu Feng forward with it.