Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Eternal Life Demon Cult

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Once the core of a magic circle is understood, its operating principle is essentially laid bare, making it incredibly easy to tamper with.

Chuck Hayes appears to be a decent backup center, but his height remains a significant drawback; there are many situations where he simply cannot be utilized.

Gu Han looked down at the delicate, soft creature nestled in his arms and smiled with doting affection. Ignoring her pouty, resentful gaze, he cast his eyes toward the sky, toward the battlefield unfolding in the firmament.

Ye Dongsheng glanced at Ni Sishang, who was sweetly calling out "Uncle" and "Auntie," then turned his gaze to Ye Zhixing, who remained silent.

The medium-range ion cannon possesses immense destructive power; naturally, it is intended for long-range hydralisks, as using it to bombard insectoid beasts would be a wasteful expenditure.

The old man with the white beard fell into silence after hearing Wu You's words. He recalled his own youth, when he, much like Wu You, was a spirited and driven seeker of the Way, fearless in the face of everything.

Sounds of explosions echoed in succession. Those struck by Jian Nanyun instantly disintegrated, their flesh and blood scattering into a dense, blooming mist of gore that resembled fireworks.

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The SBC Center is a newly opened arena this season. With the Spurs moving into their new home, the team has taken on a fresh, vibrant spirit.

On the other side, confusion reigned. One party had intended to explain, but with the opposition already charging in with blades drawn, anger took hold. Any thought of explanation was cast to the winds, and they signaled their men to join the fray.

The town outside the city was far away. Tonight, the Fu family set up camp in the woods outside the city. Even from a distance, one could see the dim, flickering firelight and swaying shadows in the darkness ahead.

Qiao Zimo is a drug addict. I didn't understand it before, but that is how it is always portrayed in television dramas—how can it be easy to kick a habit like that?

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Wanwan had considered the possibility that he might not be a novice monk. However, no matter how she racked her brain, it never occurred to her that he was, in fact, a prince of the current dynasty.

He was puzzled, unable to fathom why his own fist power had no effect whatsoever when it struck the two men.

Furthermore, standing beside him was Elder Jiang, a prominent tycoon in the financial world. It was truly rare to see him following someone else’s lead so subserviently.

The next second, the other three Tiandong Lake martial artists collapsed, their chests pierced and their hearts stolen.

"Master, these black pythons are too sinister; there is black energy trailing behind them," the Bull Demon King roared.

The feeling of being led by the nose was intolerable. Jin Yue darkened her face and followed silently behind Gu Ruoli.

Jin Yue steadied her heart. Knowing that Fu Jiuqing’s condition was prone to relapses, she did not want to drain his spirit, so she nodded obediently.

As she lowered her head, Jin Yue’s face flushed to the tips of her ears again. Heaven knows what she had caught a glimpse of—he had actually bitten open the buckle.

At this moment, Yao Xinghe was completely transformed. His eyes were blood-red, his silver fur had vanished, and his body was scorched red and charred black; he bore no resemblance to his former self.

Born with remarkable arm strength, he had learned blade techniques through countless life-and-death struggles, excelling particularly at close-quarters combat with the long-handled Mo blade.

The colossal phantom suddenly erupted with infinite power, ignoring the spiritual energy attacks of the three statues. By the time it reached the horizon, its thick, dark outline had faded to the point of near-translucence.

"I'm asking you! How was it triggered? Is there still a chance to remedy this? If not, we will all die!" Meng Yuan’s eyes were bloodshot as he struck Ye Ge’s chest and shouted urgently.

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"Forget it, my life is what matters!" This time, Ye Ge extinguished the fire in his heart in time. The scene at the Qiankun Tree, where he had knelt before Cao Li like a dog, remained fresh in his memory.

After Wu Tian finished speaking, the vast bluestone plaza suddenly ignited like a sheet of cyan paper. The fire spread from the center, gradually turning the stone into white ash. The ashes swirled into the air, spiraling upward to form a staircase leading to the sky, atop which sat a massive, transparent crystal sphere.

Without a moment’s delay, Su Mu tossed the long, rectangular black object from his hand. As it left his grip, it expanded violently, transforming into a massive door plaque three feet wide and thirty feet long. Under the assault of such a powerful beam of blood-colored light, Su Mu could only pin all his hopes on this black jade plaque, whose true nature he could not fathom.

Su Ruo-yao turned her head, her long ponytail whipping against Cheng Yanzhong’s face. He rubbed his brushed cheek and finally understood: "So, Ruoyao thinks I am fickle and unreliable. But Ruoyao, I will prove to you that I am not that kind of person."

"Yes, we live together," Jiang Huairen replied after a moment of contemplation, thinking that he and Li Ai were acquaintances, given they were already cohabiting. After a moment's thought, he mentioned Li Ai’s name.

As the words fell, an elderly man with a youthful face and white hair, who was sitting at the head of the table, sipped his tea with composure. He nodded in response to the other party.

"If Liuxing is afraid that Aisa will be kidnapped by bad people, then just stay by Aisa’s side forever." I must say, this girl is truly adorable.

When Hong Yu learned that Zhou Hui had lost the precious pearl, she felt deep regret. Understanding her husband’s intentions, she wished to use her reward money to help him travel to the capital for the imperial examinations, sighing that she would not blame him but rather plan for the long term.

Liu Xiang was killed by a treacherous plot, and his vengeful spirit refused to dissipate. As time passed, the yin energy grew stronger, and according to his dying wish, he transformed into a great bird—a Yaksha bird. Every night, it would perch on a tall tree, preying on the eyes and hearts of travelers, becoming a true monster.