Chapter 1123: Void Refining Stage

"No, no, no, I don't want to hear it!" Having been swindled by Lu Yang once before, how could Meng Jingzhou fall for it again? Seeing that Lu Yang still intended to speak, he clapped a hand directly over his mouth.

Seeing that Old Meng refused to bite the hook, Lu Yang found himself without a choice, bracing himself instead to face the final tribulation of lightning.

"Though it remains purely theoretical, such an opportunity is rare; there is no harm in giving it a try."

Lu Yang lay flat upon the earth, merging seamlessly with the ground as he planted a Bodhi seed, which in an instant blossomed and bore fruit, bringing forth both Lu Yang and a wooden avatar.

Overhead, a naked light bulb flickered to life, and the crew members of the B-29 bomber blinked their eyes one by one, shifting about in their chairs. The screen rolled up to reveal a green and brown map of Europe, over which hung a large sign bearing the bold red words, "Justice Shall Prevail."

Following Andrei's introduction, the unfamiliar lieutenant colonel stood up to salute the assembly. His features were not of the standard Nordic mold; his eyes were small, his nose somewhat flat, and his pointed chin carried a distinctly French flavor, yet while he was not tall of stature, he possessed a fierce, formidable aura that warned others not to cross him.

Seeing that they could no longer withstand the onslaught of the Eight Banners army, the Ming garrison ordered the stores set ablaze, consigning tens of thousands of dan of grain kept on Juehua Island to the flames.

Oboi waited for Sun Chengzong and He Ruchong to nod their heads, so that he might take advantage of the momentum to take a crucial step forward.

The crowd looked over to see that it was the people of the Rift Realm; five of them had come in total, two of whom had previously fought and been defeated by me, while the remaining three, though untested in battle, could come and go as they pleased by virtue of their strength, and now all five from the Rift Realm were present, for their power far surpassed that of ordinary living beings.

Murong Xiao gazed at the behemoth standing three chang tall before him, a flicker of astonishment passing deep within his otherwise calm eyes.

Before anyone could react, Li Yong grabbed Yilier—who had been cursing non-stop—by the hair, unfastened the leather holster at his waist with his right hand, and drew his rarely used FN Model 1900 pistol.

Although Yan Liben achieved historical renown for his paintings, he had served through three successive reigns and risen repeatedly to high office, earning the deep appreciation of both Gaozu and Taizong, which naturally meant he possessed his own unique and exceptional talents.

Spending several hours within the 'Mirror of Divine Evolution' to erase Song Tianfeng's spiritual imprint from the 'Black Thorn Whip,' Chen Yun dared not delay any longer and returned immediately to the wing room. After all, residing in the Zhou mansion meant that a prolonged absence would inevitably arouse suspicion.

One had to understand that surviving within the Asura Blood Realm was no simple matter; to cultivate in peace, one had to endure an immense amount of pressure.

Perhaps Zhang Wuji had not believed in ghosts and gods before, but after witnessing Ling Yu's miraculous methods, a sense of trepidation still lingered in his heart.

Not long after he hung up the phone, Old Fifth arrived with his men, including Qu Ying and Gao Yiwei; Lu Cheng had intended to come as well, but unfortunately, pressing matters forced him to abandon the trip.

Yet the chaotic mess filling the room was far too much of an eyesore, so Su Ling pulled out her phone once more and called her assistant, instructing her to find a part-time maid to tidy up.

For him, Ling Hanyan, this battle would be his final conflict, his last remaining moments within this mortal world.

Lian Xin felt a sudden jolt in her heart: was this still the simple-minded Fu Tingting? The way she spoke now was so difficult to fathom.

One could only hope that the DuPont Company, out of some lingering sentiment for also being a shareholder in Magic7, would grant them some special consideration.

Ye Chen sat opposite Fan Zimu, the two of them gazing at one another in silence, neither knowing where to begin.

These words carried a touch of irony; for the immortals, several centuries passed in the mere blink of an eye, yet the Jade Emperor could not even wait a few months, revealing a patience that was truly lacking.

Looking again at the patriarch of the Qi family, Qi Zhenguo, who lay upon the bed, the old man had previously kept his eyes closed, presenting an appearance of utter frailty.

Once the shop closed its doors for the night, they walked hand in hand along the neon-lit streets. In truth, they did this every day, especially when Chang Yi and Yi Xian traveled outward; having finally finished the shop's chores, nothing brought them greater joy than being able to take a relaxing, comfortable stroll together.