Chapter 55: The Holy Land of Jiangcheng

Li Min instantly realized that his limit had been reached, and he must on no account create any more faith imprints to generate faith channels. He had to wait for his avatar of the Divine Empyrean Longevity Emperor to emanate more derivative deities and purify the thoughts of faith before he could continue adding faith channels and absorbing more power of faith.

At this moment, Feng thrust the torch in his hand straight into the ground. With a "bang," the handle of the torch embedded itself into the earth, holding it firmly upright while a gentle breeze caused the flames to sway.

Countless gamers ran to the Great Snow Mountain day after day, making a fuss in the hopes of having the good fortune to stumble upon the Southern Brightness Leaving Fire Sword. Not a single trace of the flying sword was ever seen, but quite a few players ended up being eaten by snow monsters.

As soon as Yang Danxin finished speaking, everyone began to discuss animatedly among themselves. Mostly, they disbelieved his words and suspected that his motives were impure; not a soul believed what he said. In their minds, fighting over a peerless treasure inevitably involved casualties—death and injury were completely normal.

Although Xin'er spoke thusly, if Du Cheng looked closely, he would discover that a faint trace of mist had unexpectedly gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Daoxuan chuckled inwardly at once. One had to know that finding a scapegoat in advance was a running away trick he had accumulated from his many years of wandering the pugilistic world. Even someone as shrewd as Zhu had fallen for this trick.

While Du Cheng was looking at Zhang Yourong, Zhang Yourong was also sizing up Du Cheng, though it merely looked like a casual glance.

"I'll take this matter on!" Having made up his mind, he shook off the robust servant who was still holding onto him, put his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and cast a sidelong glance at Qian Guangjin.

Fourth, when exactly did the ancient Shu state of Sanxingdui originate, how long did it last, and why did it suddenly perish?

Since the variable did not originate from the loyalist army's defense zone in the north, could it be Zhen Dexiu's defense zone in Huaixi? Or perhaps Zhao Kui's defense zone in Jingshang? Or the Hanzhong defense zone?

Fortunately, there was a physician present in the end who pinched his philtrum and patted his chest, managing to revive him.

At this point, Shaochen remembered that before answering the call, his phone's ringtone was Canon's piano piece. At the same time, he recalled that before Wei Yue's accident, her phone ringtone was also this very song. This melody probably held extraordinary significance for both him and her.

Before she could find it, she was suddenly yanked by Beiming Xuan once more, leading her toward a seat on the side.

Madam Mu cast a helpless glance at her, then turned to look at Lan Ruoyao. Ruan Jiujiu noticed that Lan Ruoyao's complexion looked even worse at this moment.

She could not help but clench her fingers tightly, a pair of beautiful eyes flashing with a gaze full of hatred.

Lu Cheng was precisely such a good-for-nothing. For this "Underworld Lord" whose bloodline was practically nonexistent, the night of demonization was the moment he burned brightly. Fortunately, the price he paid was not his life.

Not to mention that their manner of appearance was rather unusual, Beiming Xuan himself was enough to leave them unable to react for quite some time.

Hearing this, a light flashed in the monk's eyes. If this strategy were truly executed as described, the Green Water Ghost Pool would pose no threat to them at all. The ghosts following behind them were definitely extremely powerful within this Green Water Ghost Pool.

The moment Assistant Qin heard Xin Man's words, he knew that Xin Man must have something she wanted to tell him.

At the front desk, Peng Qingsong's assistant was handling the check-in procedures, while Zhou Haoran and Liu Yusong quietly stood aside.

The next day, Ji Qingyue and Lin Qinya kept watch outside the city. The moment they detected any traces of the beast tribe that they could not handle, they would send out a signal.

What if Elena was playing tricks again, and Ran Min followed her to the territory of the Kuaihu only to suffer an encirclement? What if an army was sent to escort her, and the entire force was wiped out instead?

Once these words were spoken, the crowd below boiled with excitement. The Qianji Sect was a fine, super-tier sect, yet it had suddenly closed its gates for ten years for reasons unknown to anyone. Now that there was finally a glimmer of dawn, how could the disciples not be thrilled?

"Heh, how pathetic!" Bu Rui let out a dainty giggle, watching the utterly disheveled Lin Qinya, and the anger in her heart dissipated somewhat.

Elena arrived at Mobei ahead of time with thirty thousand Kuaihu elite cavalry, while the fifty thousand cavalry following behind continued to drive cattle and sheep as they trailed closely.

"Inside here is something that can cure the scar on your face. Open it and take a look," Shuling said with a smile.

"No, no, no, there's no need. My home is not far away, I can go back by myself," Tang Shi decisively refused.

The Blind Monk casually cleared the wolves, and with a trace of confusion, shifted his perspective to the bottom lane. The support on the enemy side was Zhang Yuchen, right? When he saw a Sylas support, he had assumed this game was a guaranteed loss.

After the tent was pitched, Luo Han was about to call Karpianmu down, only to see that Karpianmu was already lying peacefully asleep in a hammock woven from tree branches and vines, so he had to abandon the idea.

Just as Si Junhao grasped her arm and tried to pull her out, Aimu suddenly found courage from somewhere unknown, stood on tiptoe, and pressed a heavy kiss onto the face she was cupping with both hands.

Naturally, the imprint of the Gate of Eternal Life was still suppressed within Wang Ming's divine soul, and he still needed to constantly face the suppression of two forces: heavenly tribulations and the Gate of Eternal Life, which were triggered by the rapid surge of his cultivation realm and aura.

With her super-strong memory, how could Boyin forget what the situation was back then? Besides, it was he who had once trampled upon my sincere intentions, and when I said those words, it was also out of anger.

Yang Yang glanced at the office clock; it was already ten o'clock. She figured that today's work was pretty much done, and it was time to go home.

The two men gazed at each other across a short distance, the indoor air freezing into stillness at that moment.

Otherwise, how could the General Logistics Chief have elevated Boyin—who possessed an arrogant personality and lacked any real learning—to such heights? When it came right down to it, wasn't it all so that Boyin could have a better space for development and room for upward mobility? Such practices were pushed even further by those party bosses in Eastern Europe; Mikoyan not only found it unexceptional, but instead considered it entirely a matter of course.