112: Chapter 112 The Fifth Evolution! The Myriad Insect Substitute, Immortal and Indestructible! Primal Form, Ultimate Sixth!

Crack! Crack!

Crisp cracking sounds rang out one after another, and the light on the surface of the blood-colored light cocoon, which was covered in cracks, was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yet the majestic life aura contained within it was like a volcano about to erupt, climbing steadily, as if it wanted to burst the entire space of the Beast Taming Bag!

Gu Yuexi felt a chill in her heart; she could clearly sense that the energy fluctuations brought about by this evolution were even more terrifying than the previous four combined!

Mingxuan lay on his side, the person beside him illuminated, skin fair and smooth, perhaps even a bit sickly pale. Only a barely perceptible scar remained on his shoulder; it was a wound he had just received when he saved Su Ying in the mortal realm last time.

Ling Yunxiao summoned the Abyss God Sword once again. As the sword light flashed, earth-yellow soul power surged out, sweeping down toward the ground by the roadside. Under the erosion of this earth-yellow soul power, a square pit appeared in everyone's line of sight in an instant.

"Double Inch Power!" This time, the space was significantly larger, and the crack was instantly forced open.

Although Song Ligao's head was groggy, her mind was not unclear. She was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy in her heart. She vaguely sensed something, but helplessly, her brain felt like it was about to explode, making it impossible for her to think clearly.

What does this indicate? It indicates that these corpses only died after the fortune of this place had been altered.

Suddenly, Qingmeng's seated body stumbled, as if a burst of energy had forcefully pushed her from behind.

Moreover, the Immortal Origin Power in her Purple Mansion had been continuously refined and extracted by her primordial spirit, and its purity had reached a truly terrifying level.

"Father, your son greets you." Gong Shangyi hung his head, hunched his shoulders, and bit the bullet as he shuffled into the room.

Of course, that wasn't all; there was also Feng Mang's decisiveness. When he saw this man appear, he didn't hesitate at all and attacked directly, with the intention of taking him out.

For the more than two thousand years that followed, Long Meng had not touched artifact refining or alchemy at all, simply handing the alchemy techniques over to Li Bing.

At the same time, the two hole-like existences in his eyes began to spin crazily, as if they wanted to devour everything.

Afraid that the man would see, she didn't dare to fully lift the window curtain, only slightly lifting a corner, and then, borrowing the night and the light from a nearby bonfire, she leaned in to carefully examine the paper.

Finding a place to stay outside isn't called staying by her side; at best, it's just being a little closer to her.

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but blush. What he said seemed useless. The other party wasn't a fool; it was as if he hadn't said anything at all.

This was a classic battle of the weak overcoming the strong, one that could be recorded in the annals of the Yuxu Continent; it was a supreme experience of combat technique, but unfortunately... there was no one to watch.

The man didn't say anything, just looked at her. His deep gaze fell upon her face for a long while, and then he silently used his sleeve to wipe away the tears on her face.

"Then let's not wait any longer, hurry up and launch it; if it gets any later, it won't be as convenient to evacuate..." Deng Huiqing was terrified of being discovered on a rooftop like this; if that happened, evacuating would be troublesome.

The expressions of the thousand experts turned stern. The last remnants of their thoughts instantly dissipated, and they dared not think any further, one by one beginning to swear poisonous oaths, their faces full of dejection.

He had come to break the formation, yet problems kept arising again and again. The few cultivators following beside Yin Wushuang also turned deathly pale.

These footsteps were extremely light, but there was still a sound. My heart grew tense again, and I kept my mouth tightly shut, trying my best to control my breathing.

It was currently the season of early summer, and in Qinghe Lake, many lotus flowers had already revealed their elegant buds, especially the emerald green lotus leaves, which had rendered the entire lake into a vibrant green.