Chapter 105: The Demon-Slaying Captain

It is said that some people took several days, some took months, and others took years. Even Snow Eagle initially took half a month, so Leng Xiaoxiao did not dare to boast, claiming she could comprehend it in just a few hours.

“What’s going on?” The bandits of Blackwater Village turned pale; the sudden thunder and lightning filled everyone with dread.

He spoke of dangerous matters as casually as one might discuss a movie review, extinguishing peril with a smile, his expression calm and indifferent, as if it were hardly worth mentioning.

If the leaders of two nations both viewed the Chinese side as these two did, then China’s development would surely be assured.

It was his first time in this village, and because the rain obscured his vision, he wandered recklessly to the edge of a cliff. His foot slipped, but luckily he caught hold of the rope ladder hanging on the cliff face, narrowly avoiding a fall.

Halfway through speaking, tears welled up in her eyes, clearly recalling the pressure and insults she had endured before.

“Spying on the Dao Court, you are not far from death,” Dao San sneered, looking at them as if they were already dead men.

Two guards had already been captured, and a few steps away, Xie Zheng saw Princess Chang’an.

His entire heart felt inexplicably crushed, as if he could not breathe. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a sensation—so long that he had almost forgotten it.

They slept in the same bed, covered by a thin air-conditioned quilt, their eyes meeting silently.

The heart beat vigorously, full of life, pulsating outward. Centered on the heart, a body gradually took shape. At first, it was merely an outline, but then it became increasingly real and detailed, as vast chaotic energy swept in and was forged into one.

At this moment, all kinds of cultivation methods had reached an extraordinarily profound level. Chu Yun was unprecedentedly powerful, capable of contending with the strongest quasi-Saint and even feeling the urge to challenge a true Saint.

Such a scene was something the Matchmaker had never encountered before. When the marriage cord of the Jade Emperor’s sister, Fairy Yaoji, descended, the Matchmaker could clearly see the path of her fate with Yang Tianyou. Without hesitation, he tied a slipknot on their fate cord.

Watching the three enter the forbidden circle, Thunder Star Peak fixed his gaze on the three spiritual flames. With their provocation, the flames finally surged into the area.

To unleash this strike, the Primordial Daoist sacrificed an era’s worth of cultivation, and the Primordial Hall lost a great many laws, but as long as the Primordial Saint King was slain, it was all worth it.

I don’t know what expression I had on my face, but Yin Yin was truly miserable—hair all over his body, even some tangled in his hair, and especially one stuck on the tip of his nose.

Gu Wangjing spoke to Tang Nuanwei, handing her a flower as he did so. The raindrops had grown heavier, and the delicate petals and leaves were adorned with droplets, making them appear even more tender.

At this moment, the immense power of incense was infused into the Five Great Path Corpses, immediately greatly enhancing the strength of the Five Great Sacred Beasts. Luohou’s counterattack was powerless, unable to break the seal.

At this moment, Iron Donkey’s fate was entirely in the jailer’s hands. With a slight twitch of his finger, Iron Donkey would be sent to meet the king of the underworld.

Such a family wielded a decisive influence on the power structure and political direction of the imperial court.

The two continued forward, and after some time, they suddenly heard voices ahead, hastily stopping to listen carefully.

“Is that so? No way, you must tell us all about it,” Old Ma said without showing any surprise at Zhang You’s additional identity in the Northern Department.

Everyone burst into laughter even louder than before, but Guo Zaoqing quietly tugged Zhang You’s sleeve. Zhang You sensed something wrong, smiled, waved off the joke, and urged everyone to get on with their tasks.

Though exhausted and drenched in sweat, Qingfeng had gained the other’s friendship; even Mama, who had previously held many grievances against him, no longer deliberately made things difficult.

At this point, Gu Panpan already knew that Shen Bingyi had been taken as a concubine by Jia Min, and she felt a pang of emotion.

After completing the Maoshan Sword ritual incantation, the peachwood magic sword quickly surged with a crimson light. Qingfeng wielded the sword and charged toward the fiendish corpse.

Xiao Zhan glanced at the other party, listened carefully to the sounds outside, then slowly opened the cellar door, preparing to leave.

“Brother, is there anything else? Whatever you command, even if it’s climbing a mountain of knives or walking through fire, I will not hesitate!” The Unihorned Mad Lion Beast mustered his courage, kept calm, and acted magnanimously, his eyes shining with wild fervor as he looked at Qin Ling.

At the moment the binding light appeared, Qin Ling suddenly opened his eyes. A gleam flashed in them as he looked up at the glowing clouds in the sky, his eyes instantly bursting with ecstatic joy.

Fortunately, the time spent being beaten was short. Wang Shuai leaned against the wall, protecting his head and face. Though in pain, he was not seriously injured.

“If we had equipment like this, we could just shoot them down and be done with it,” Xue Wu said, lying beside Qi Baifeng as bullets whizzed overhead.

As for the beast in the void, it roared continuously, a destructive divine light sweeping forth—capable of annihilating worlds and suppressing the heavens.

Tie Ying touched his face in astonishment, still half in a dream. He couldn’t understand why the three-headed flood dragon, which had been in Ouyang Hongxue’s hands, suddenly drifted like a shadow in front of him, slapped him heavily, then vanished like smoke and returned to its place.

Taking advantage of his suspect status, Chen Li was locked in the detention room as desired. Out of respect for public authority, the cultivators pursuing him dared not openly storm the police station.

Gao Jun felt his spiritual realm elevate. The two hardest things in the world are to let go and to forgive. To repay kindness with resentment requires immense magnanimity. Not forgiving or showing mercy to all beings ultimately only causes one’s own suffering.