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treasure-seeking machine was unaware that an immortal was approaching within the mist. The reason it had previously been able to perceive the collision of consciousness between wang mo and the immortal sword saint was because that fluctuation had transmitted directly through the abyss stone wall and into the black fog, which was how it came to know.

"apologies everyone, the candidate has already been decided, please return," the young man said politely.

wang mo's eyes flashed with a cold glint. he did not even look at the large hand, instead staring fixedly at the god of killing without saying a word.

on the other hand, the greatest characteristic of the qingyi-clad xiyun was their excessive adherence to rules. everything required strict protocol, and reports had to be passed down layer by layer. how could a three-minute ultimatum possibly be enough?

actually, wei dingfang's zhenwu army and liang yu's shuofang army were quite similar—both stationed in border regions characterized by bitter cold. therefore, it seemed he had few options left. even liang yu had already bowed his head and submitted, so on what grounds could he resist?

he could see that immortal concubine chen held some hostility toward bai bingji, yet it was not the enmity of life and death, but rather something resembling a petty dispute of pride. bai bingji acknowledged it with a word and paid no further attention to immortal concubine chen; since she had already given a warning and the other party chose to ignore it, she could not be blamed.

"your majesty..." wei xuanzhen instantly felt the world spin. he knew... the catastrophic doom of the wei clan was likely about to arrive. having lost the last shred of the emperor's patience, lacking the support of princess taiping, and now being coveted like tigers by qin shaoyou, shangguan wan'er, cui zhai, di renjie, zheng rong and others, could the wei clan possibly survive this winter?

hearing this, the others also thought of these implications, and their expressions shifted for a moment. it was quite evident that none of them wished to see shi wei and the others killed by ling tian.

the subsequent scene was too gruesome for several wei clan commanders to even contemplate. they could practically foresee that a few days later, all garrisons across the realm would raise the banner of punishing the wei, and overnight, the rivers and mountains would change color.

xue kaitai still wanted to strike while the iron was hot and continue expanding into more farmland. ye chuan thought for a moment and stopped him from doing so. after all, although the fields had been cleared, the city walls and defensive watchtowers had not yet been built, meaning a vast amount of foundational work still awaited his brothers to complete.

jia heng and bai xiaoyu naturally sat on one side, while shanshan sat alone on the opposite side.

what this divine miracle actually was did not matter, nor did how it would turn the world upside down; what truly mattered was that tai shen hua ge, who a mere incense-stick of time ago had been devoured by the nemesis of the myriad realms—the cosmic tribulation of void annihilation—was now sitting alive right across from her, excitedly chattering away.

"i'm sorry, big brother jifeng perished together with the enemy by the time i got in. he only gave me the mission scroll and entrusted you to me, asking me to take care of you for all eternity..." lei yu looked at uzuki yugao with a sorrowful expression and said.

gu yanfei knew almost with her eyes closed what he was holding. he forbade her from taking medicine, claiming that relying on drugs would make her dependent on them in the future. therefore, whenever the pain struck again, he simply used the old method of brewing ginger soup with brown sugar for her.

"it's windy and snowy outside tonight, stay here. the bed is yours, and i will sleep outside the parlor," yu xie said with a smile.

because li lufei was much taller and broader than miao miao, she could only lift his upper body, leaving his two legs dragging on the ground.

after walking for a moment, the well water was already in sight. rose threw the bucket attached to the pulley by the well downward, producing a crisp, echoing splash.

this attire made shu chi somewhat doubt whether people could still clearly see the situation inside while wearing sunglasses in such dim lighting.

at this moment, li lufei noticed that there was a large tear in the fabric on the outer side of his thigh. the tear was neat and smooth, clearly the direct result of being visited by a "metalworker" on the carriage.

"since that's the case, then... very well!" li chengqian thought for a long time before finally agreeing. after all, the current situation could already be described as utterly disastrous, so laying cards directly on the table was also a strategy.

"heh, heavenly lord has broken through," tun tian que laughed aloud, having already reached the soul power of the seventh level of the primordial core.

you xin did not ask any further, merely nodding silently. lingering until midnight when everyone around had fallen asleep, the two of them quietly sneaked out and returned to the temple of lord guan.

the mark was indeed correct. moreover, a single touch told sim yuan that this mark belonged to a vampire, likely a form of blood seal. apart from severing the marked limb, anyone implanted with such a mark could not avoid being tracked, even if they tried to remove the imprint. furthermore, the time limit for this mark was only seven days.

yet, this did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm for treasure hunting. consequently, aside from murong yu's group, many others headed deep into the extreme heaven realm.

these were the messages transmitted by krier's dark emblem. the match was over, and he had won. kneeling half-upright before him was a corpse, with daggers plunged directly into both of its eyes up to the hilt, the blades having evidently smashed the brain. it was precisely di qiu, who had been fighting him previously.

even with his surging blood qi that vastly exceeded practitioners of the primordial core realm, under the seven styles of divine martial arts, he simply could not gain any advantage.

driven by such formidable momentum, malzahar caught up to the floating ball of light in mid-air within two steps. taking advantage of the fleeting moment of airborne glide, his hands transformed into iron fists, and relying on magic-immunity, he grabbed the intangible ball of light and dragged it back to the ground.

"just a mere early-stage immortal venerate, and you dare to block my path? do you think i wouldn't dare to kill you?" nangong jun sneered as he stared at shen qiang. terrifying killing intent permeated the air, and the temperature in the surrounding area dropped by several degrees instantly.

however, driven by wishful thinking, he still had bokeqi give it a try. if he got it, great; if not, it was no big loss.