Chapter 1143: Another Use of Curse Techniques (With Monthly Ticket Lucky Draw)

Lu Yang knew few souls within the West Heaven Temple, and the Immortal of Years was one, yet there was no need to trouble him with so trivial a matter; thus, Lu Yang contacted Lord Ming Yu, the temple's abbot, directly, who had long known of his true identity through the Immortal's word.

At the beginning, when Lu Yang delivered people to the West Heaven Temple, Abbot Ming Yu had been profoundly grateful, thanking him for purging the hidden perils from the Buddhist realm.

Yet as the stream of captives Lu Yang sent over swelled in number, the look in Abbot Ming Yu's eyes grew peculiar, as though silently questioning.

In that fleeting moment, he recalled the tale Chen Beihu had once shared with him as a mere jest when purchasing his carriage.

That great seal of white jade, imbued with the primordial power of the entire Chumen domain, bore down like a mountain upon the monstrosity bristling with countless purple demonic eyes.

Having steadied himself, Fu Mingxuan dived from on high to interpose between Master Mo Yu and Yan Kaiting, barely shielding the latter from a blow, though the force of it hurled him far into the distance.

Watching Qi Xuguang’s BMW dissolve into the flowing stream of traffic, Chen Jin turned back toward the shop, lost in contemplation as he walked.

Within Mount Shenluo, forbidden entities had once manifested, alongside other bizarre and extraordinary lifeforms that did not belong to this universe; some surmised the mountain linked to other cosmos, while most believed it connected the cosmos to a succession of mysterious, hidden realms.

Within the royal city of the Dragonmen, any who aspired to the ranks of the soldiery had to possess a singular, distinct mutation at the very least, a standard enforced with the utmost rigor.

Should a single shaman pursue so many, their combined strength might allow them to tangle and fight for a spell; it would then simply be a matter of whose luck ran dry, which was far better than all of them perishing here together.

Exerting the entirety of his cultivation, Lin Chen invoked the Bauhinia Sword and the Dragon Abyss Sword, the qi of these two peerless blades weaving together to form a colossal shield of sword-light.

Lin Chen, having nearly been brought to his ruin by the drunken Daoist, was in no mood to let him flee; the Chixiao Sword flew forth, barring the drunken Daoist's path.

The middle-aged man gazed at the tightly shut door, lingering for a brief moment before a smile touched his lips, and he turned to take his leave.

In the next breath, fiery branches as thick as arms swept out toward the twenty-nine flame beasts, resembling countless true dragons thrashing in a wild dance.

Yet, bolstered by the aid of the purple dragon claw, its destructive power instantly multiplied several fold, rendering even the true qi of the Blood Fiend Corps' second-in-command utterly powerless to resist.

He had reigned as a heavenly god for a hundred thousand years, a venerable elder compared to Huang Yan'er who had only recently ascended to this realm, yet she showed him not an ounce of reverence, a slight that could not fail to rouse his boundless fury.

Stretching for hundreds of kilometers north from the Dead Sea of the Frontier, the frigid air swept across the Tidal Lands and the Shadow Valley, down to the mouth of the Windless Cave, as though a snow fairy were sweeping her sleeves in wild abandon; in that fluttering, drifting melody, heaven, earth, river, and mountain became pure and pristine, untouched by the mire.

From another colossal vessel sailing alongside Shangguan Yun's flagship, the Divine General of Yinghuo watched as Shangguan Yun detached a squadron—led by two damaged, monstrous ships of the Angry Flood and flanked by a dozen smaller warships—to form a wild-goose array, enveloping from both flanks in a pincer movement to meet the fleet from the Angry Flood Island.

By now, the diameter of his destiny star had reached over thirty-three meters, marking his entry into the second realm of the Star Monarch.

It was precisely the vast Chinese market backing Cheng Shiyuan that they fancied, hoping to break through their current stagnation.

"And if I refuse?" Qin Ming looked at him, a trace of coldness creeping into his smile.

"A pity indeed; had the blade not been ground down, its value would be far greater!" Fugui, of course, had also spotted the cutting edge, which gleamed with the distinctive yellow luster of ancient bronze weapons.

"They must never be forgiven! Never!" Dr. Chen muttered, presently concealed within his office, his face contorted into a monstrous grimace.

Upon stepping outside and seeing no one else around, he finally walked to the guest room to sleep, utterly satisfied.

You Qin sensed that Yin Ling was not fighting her with undivided attention, yet she failed to realize her foe was directing the battle through voice transmission; thus, she paid it no heed and felt no urge to hasten her victory, instead treating the duel like an old game long unplayed, slowing her assaults with an air of pure enjoyment.