Chapter 148 Old Uncle Li

If I am not mistaken, the owner of this grand tomb is right before us. Otherwise, this python would not be guarding its master with such utter devotion. I only used half of my strength, which merely damaged the foundation of this python and was not enough to cost it its life! Always leave room for maneuver, so we may part on good terms and meet again in the future.

Looking at my panting appearance, the man in the black jacket's expression...

However, if a cultivator is willing to release their inner spiritual energy, it manifests as a boundless and overwhelming force, immediately revealing the depth of their cultivation. Jiao Fei also wondered why this practitioner was so overbearing and aggressive, even faintly projecting an air of defiance toward the Mystic Ice Divine Palace.

That nomad warrior, having no idea what kind of person I am, chuckled and said, "I am Zagu, the first hero of the Wundu tribe, and I have come specifically to express my gratitude to the Daoist Priest for helping us drive away these demons. If the Priest has any commands, our Wundu tribe will obey without exception."

Jiao Fei pondered for a moment and dismissed his previous thought. He only listened for a little while as Patriarch Blackheart explained the reasons to Great Master Lingji, and after Patriarch Blackheart took his leave, Jiao Fei masked his escaping light and moved upward. Great Master Lingji was not someone to be dealt with hastily, but Patriarch Blackheart was someone Jiao Fei could kill with a completely clear conscience, for he now knew Patriarch Blackheart's background and foundation inside out.

The chubby man pointed with a single hand, and as a wisp of golden radiance vanished into the mist, the ambient spiritual energy above the wasteland instantly grew chaotic. It felt as though thousands of troops and horses were galloping wildly within it, and a mighty, overwhelming power accompanied by the aura of disaster and doom formed surging torrents.

"The realm of secondary divine division has actually been reached in an instant. Once I leave the Central Secret Realm, I will immediately enter the Spirit Realm." Feeling the surging spiritual energy within his body, the Nine-Tened Dragon burst into laughter, his laughter brimming with excitement.

"Ten million drops of divine power? Very well! This treasure of mine is definitely worth more than ten million drops of divine power, please accept it!" Upon hearing the astronomical figure of ten million drops of divine power, the hunchbacked elder did not even frown. He took out a jade bottle, pointed at the void, and the bottle flew directly into Zhao Feng's hand.

Only now that he had reached this realm himself did he truly understand just how terrifyingly formidable Su Qianxiu's magical power had been on that day.

As for Princess Ji Liuhua, she still remembered General Wu Bohu, who had benefited from Jiao Fei and was a talent well worth winning over.

Ever since he had single-handedly broken into a third-rank sect, he had put away his saber and abandoned his sword. This time, he picked up his battle blade once again for the sake of Ao Shuang, solely to clash with him and fulfill a long-cherished wish.

As he spoke, he gently stroked the top of the horse's head with his hand. Although Veterinary Xue did not sneer on the surface, he thought to himself, *Do you really think that trick used to coax children at home is going to work? Without a stick to discipline them, none of my children would turn out right.*

"Hmph, if there are any more mistakes in the next mission, it won't be your arms I'll be taking." Motian looked ruthlessly at everything happening before him without the slightest bit of emotion, speaking calmly about a matter as if it had nothing to do with him at all.

The sword shadows and the black fog began to frantically devour one another, the black and the blue locked in a deadlock. With a final soft "pop," the gigantic sword shadow dissolved into points of light and vanished. Upon seeing this, the disciples of the righteous path were utterly shocked. Could it be that even Sect Master Gu acting in person was unable to shatter the black fog of the Mysterious Wind Pagoda?

Ever since the battleship fell, the Obsidian-class had vanished from the mortal world without a trace. Over the past few days, the Dragon Bones had dispatched numerous people to search the battleship wreckage for survivors, yet along the way they had not encountered a single Obsidian-class attack. It was as if they had been sucked back into their native world.

Just as he had expected, it seemed Lianqiao really had said something to Brother Murong.

Intuition drove me back to the exact spot where the big guy had just been sleeping—the very place where the Wraith had killed a hidden imp.

The strength of this black-robed figure was already formidable to begin with, and coupled with the fact that Zhao Ming had already expended the majority of his vital energy in the previous battle, coping with him at this moment had become exceedingly strenuous.

"We're family, what's all this nonsense about thanks?" Senior Sister Wang Yueru, standing nearby, chimed in. The atmosphere turned cheerful once again. Comforted and persuaded by the two of them, Junior Sister Li was finally able to cast away the shadow weighing on her heart, and she was just about to take off her clothes when...