Chapter 62: The Deranged Demonic Lord VS. The Sacrificed Beauty 2

Jiuniang apologized with remarkable speed.

Hua Yue raised a delicate eyebrow, feeling that holding onto her like this was somewhat tiring.

With her other hand, she gathered deep green spiritual energy, which wrapped around Jiuniang and transformed into neat green vines, binding her tightly from head to toe.

Only her head was left exposed.

"You! What kind of monster are you anyway?"

Her initial demonic energy had clearly possessed the fire attribute.

How could she possibly transform spiritual energy into green vines?

Hua Yue strolled around inside the cave.

The Underworld was boundless, far more profound than she had imagined, and it was impossible to tell how many sleeping heroic souls were buried within it.

Looking at that particularly prominent and upright destiny aura in the center, it seemed completely identical to all other destinies at first glance, but a closer, careful inspection would reveal the differences.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng let out a roar of laughter toward the sky, his expression entirely ferocious, causing a shudder to involuntarily ripple through his heart.

Wang Yi saw her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her rosy, alluring lips parting and closing, making her truly enchanting to the extreme, which inevitably caused his head to grow hot.

In severe cases, they would simply be dealt with privately, followed by a report of disappearance, dismissing the matter as a magical accident.

"Utter nonsense! Wang Yi is a student of the Primordial Academy. Even if he truly made a mistake, since when is it the turn of the Truth Emperor to intervene?!" Changxiang's tone remained as domineering as ever.

Barring any unexpected developments, this Sea Clan had likely become embroiled in the mortal conflicts. It remained unclear which faction they were cooperating with, but it was certainly not the allied forces. Their current attitude, however, clearly indicated that they wished to withdraw.

Lin Xiaojun was actually doing this entirely to attract the attention of those around her. After all, by speaking loudly, someone was bound to notice sooner or later.

Since one does not accept rewards without making contributions, and having had no prior dealings with the Pangu clan, how could he not feel suspicious when the other party had entrusted Changying to deliver two treasures directly to him?

Without seeing Qingming make any physical movement, that voice floated leisurely from some unknown direction, echoing back and forth across the valley.

As he spoke, Lin Zhengyang reached out, drew a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, and placed it on the table.

Because one of the opposing leaders, Muyin, was currently rigid all over, with Chen Lan's foot planted squarely on his head, pinning him flat to the ground and rendering him completely unable to move.

With Liang Hongyu away from home, Wang Baoshen did not even have anyone to consult with, and he tossed and turned throughout the entire night.

Lin Chunxiao quickly snapped out of her daze, hurriedly put on her clothes, and opened the door, only to hear not only curses downstairs, but also muffled, suppressed voices.

At this moment, Xihe, whose stamina was still holding up, was spending his lifespan as freely as sweating. Catering to the wishes of his group members, he was pouring every ounce of his strength into breaking free from this technique that left no opening for attack.

"You were the one who brought Wen Li in?" The voice was not young, nor was the tone particularly welcoming; it felt like someone difficult to approach.

Wang Dabao was furious. Just as he tried to crawl up to beat someone, he aggravated his injury again, instantly letting out another series of groans.

An Jiayue returned to her workstation without dwelling on the matter. She had barely sat down to work for a moment when Sister Zhang came over to her side.

Not relying on him in the slightest, she took out her phone to search for the location herself. Once found, she set off immediately, leaving without even a word of greeting to him.

Kunwu's absolute solemnity invigorated the two hundred thousand people. Believing they would only be able to stay put and wait for the war to end, they never expected to receive other missions.

For a world standing at the absolute peak of the Chaos Divine Realm's hierarchy, the karmic merit both of them possessed had been acquired from low-level worlds. At best, it was enough to exchange for the innate divine demon foundation, but what was the deal with these current supreme treasures?

The nurse pushed over a wheelchair, first taking Zhangshi to get an X-ray chest radiograph, followed by the base's sole internal medicine physician. After examining Zhangshi's X-ray, the doctor told Wang Ergou that the pneumonia had dragged on for a bit too long and would require approximately twenty days of inpatient treatment to fully recover.

The purplish-red breath of space and time blew like the most chaotic and lawless tempest, sweeping through countless histories of yesterday and subverting countless variables of tomorrow, driving the guardians of time and space to the verge of despair.