270: Chapter 270 The Mad Chen Family, The Descendance of an Alien Evil God!

Chu Sheng also looked toward the portrait.

He saw that the portrait depicted a twisted, semi-human figure. After staring at it for a few seconds, countless frantic whispers seemed to echo in his mind.

"Gibberish, gibberish."

An ordinary person would likely be bewitched upon hearing such whispers.

As for Chu Sheng, he was… a bit speechless:

"What kind of nonsense is this? And what is this scribbled mess of a portrait? It looks like it was drawn with…"

Wang Cong was unaware of what happened off-stage, nor did he know that Wang Zongling and Ji Xianhai had been driven away in a fit of rage. Currently, he was in prime condition.

When everyone arrived, they were teenagers of fifteen or sixteen, seventeen or eighteen; now, they had become young men in their twenties.

The caves are all at the foot of the mountain; how much destructive power would it take to make a mountain collapse? What I admire most is the villagers' ability to reinforce them. I reckon they must have cut down all the trees around the village. How did they transport so many thick logs up there? It's very safe, rest assured.

This aircraft is not that aircraft; it is not the kind from the modern era. With the technology of this age, Menghai could not develop such high-tech products. In reality, it is similar to a kite, combined with the principle of a Kongming lantern, which allows the aircraft to fly.

After all, Tom Riddle did not have a physical body; beating him up was not as satisfying as the flesh-and-blood, rubber-like body of Voldemort.

Massive beasts, as large as mountain ranges, were densely distributed across this sea area. Their bodies were thick and long; as they swam, the seawater churned up huge splashes. Every low roar was like a rumble of thunder, shaking the void itself.

Although all living beings in the Three Realms are equal, recently, the human race has been on the rise; otherwise, the Buddhist sect would not be able to carry out the eastward spread of Buddhism. Therefore, if a human is killed, the scent of blood is particularly strong, and the karmic burden is naturally amplified countless times.

Time passed, and the opponent's ship drew closer and closer. He inexplicably felt an atmosphere of stern tension.

The relationship between the two was truly peculiar. Although they were nominally master and disciple, the instruction between them was hard to define.

At this moment, the ground beneath Zhao An's feet had transformed into a massive chessboard. All around was silence and darkness, save for sixty-four intersecting golden lines glowing on the board. The white-robed cultivator stood in one corner of the chessboard, looking at Zhao An and the others with an arrogant expression.

They hovered above the Reincarnation Altar, everyone beginning to dance. With mysterious and profound postures, they leaped continuously, weaving back and forth, casting forth countless mysterious radiances.

The traveling merchant lowered the tent, and immediately, a closed space was formed, isolating them from the prying eyes of cultivators outside.

Should he say it? He was a high-attack warrior-class player, and at the same time, a high-defense, high-HP tank.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—the melodies of the four seasons are each different. Summer is just such a string of notes, such a paradise on earth, allowing you to find a moment of introspective tranquility, transcendental wisdom, and tangible emptiness amidst the restlessness.

The soldiers were still fighting. Although the odds of victory didn't look high, they did not retreat. In cold weapon warfare, morale is the most crucial factor. The reason they hadn't collapsed despite the lack of a commanding general was because he was here holding the line; Li Si understood this.

Then, the big rat's claws suddenly lit up. The energy around it gathered onto the claws. With a fierce strike, it directly broke through Wu Yulun's armor. '221'—this strike ignored forty percent of his defense, significantly enhancing its attack power. Wu Yulun, whose health had been depleted to zero, hurriedly retreated.

"Beauty, your princess has bestowed you upon me. Are you willing to follow me?" Tu Qitang frivolously lifted her chin, rubbing and kneading her delicate, pink cheeks.

Helplessly, I nodded, and thus we reached a consensus. We immediately set off, heading toward the Ice-Flame Valley.