591: Chapter 591 Flattening China? Your backyard is gone!

Laozi nodded and put away Fuxi's remnant soul. His magic power surged as he pointed a finger and shouted, "Samsara Path, open!" Laozi actually used his supreme magic power to forcibly open the Human Path within the Six Paths of Reincarnation. With a wave of his sleeve, he successfully sent Fuxi inside.

"Go ahead and seal me. I dare say my inheritance is unrivaled in the world. It won't be long before I definitely escape. When the City of Death Riddles opens, I'll charge right in, and no one can stop me!!" Ye Zhengfeng replied with a curl of his lip. With the power of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements within him, he didn't believe there was any power in this world that could completely seal him.

A claw struck out. Tiansheng tilted his head to dodge, but before his body could react, the next claw was already upon him. After several breaths of combat, Tiansheng was finally caught in an opening by the shadow figure. The attack arrived like a bolt of lightning, and his heart was left defenseless.

Shaking their heads helplessly, the two of them deliberated for a moment before recounting recent events one by one.

Of course, besides Zhunti, there was another person who noticed the actions of the Demon Race—it was Minghe. As soon as the heavenly secrets became chaotic, he sensed it. He immediately contacted the Blood God Sons he had stationed throughout the Primordial Realm to ask if anything special had happened. Naturally, Guiche's movements were exposed to Minghe's eyes.

He could sense that the power of the curse and the power of the Ghost Realm within the black sphere were incredibly terrifying, definitely enough to threaten a Great Emperor realm expert.

"Just take it. Go on and mind your business." Ling Duyue waved his hand, pulled Mei Feixue out of the hotel, and stepped onto the street.

"I must overcome this psychological barrier." Looking at Sun Dahai's ethereal ghost body, Li Cheng gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue lunging at Sun Dahai. Relying on the protection of the Iron Clothing Talisman, he didn't even bother with the ghost's attacks.

Moreover, he was at the Third-stage Martial Master cultivation level, and he looked to be about the same age as himself.

Li Cheng was in no mood to watch the deep brotherhood between these two bandits, because as the Spiked mace swept across, his current position was right in its path. It was also the path the bandits had to take to escape.

He hadn't even experienced the joy of having a child before he received the news of losing one.

I rubbed the object I had brought out of the water with my hand, unable to figure out what it was no matter how hard I thought.

The second step was to shatter the other party's hard and cold shell to reveal the softness and vulnerability within. That way, He Yunlong's third step—moving them with emotion and reasoning with logic—could be put to use.

"Then tell me, what can I help you with? You certainly aren't lacking in worldly matters," said Zhan Tian.

Jiang Yu shook her head. Jiang Zhe continued to ask, "Then where did you get so much money to buy a ticket? If I hadn't run into you today, sister, you'd probably be in big trouble." Jiang Yu remained silent.

Life seemed to have returned to tranquility, but I always felt this atmosphere was only on the surface. In reality, undercurrents were surging.

"Damn it! You, named Ning, I'll definitely make you taste my, Mu Bing's, methods!" Watching Ning Fan walk away nonchalantly, Mu Bing stomped her feet in anger.

Jiang Guangguang was silent for a moment before nodding and saying okay. Guo Shu had already started the car and hung up the phone without saying anything more.

"I'm serious!" Dong Fengci picked up the clothes that had just fallen on the floor and draped them directly over his legs.

To Ning Fan, these dolphins were more like friends, and that infant dolphin was more like a junior to him.

Eight stone pillars supported the roof of the hall. Each pillar was entwined with statues of fierce beasts, every one of them in a menacing pose, their eyes crimson and eerie, their claws and hooves dripping with blood, and flesh flying from their mouths. The eight pillars added a profound sense of evil to the entire palace.

Seeing that Lin Feng's expression was unchanged, the shifty-eyed cultivator knew his surprise move hadn't been very effective. He reached out with both hands, which were now encased in a pair of Steel claws. The claws were cold and pitch-black, clearly a formidable weapon.

A punch came straight for Dongzi's face. Looking at Zhao Hu's fist, Dongzi was reminded of a line from a movie he liked: "A fist as big as a sandbag."

An azure dragon coiled around Leng Qi's spear, preventing a single drop of seawater from touching it. As the water-blue azure dragon swirled, it cleared away the surrounding seawater, creating a vacuum in the deep sea with neither air nor water.

Qi Lin muttered to himself and tried to sense the Qilin Heart in his Sea of Consciousness again, only to find that the Qilin Heart had calmed down, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

The other wolves also felt the change in the environment and the sudden pressure the boy before them exerted. Their fur stood on end in an instant, and looks of fear actually appeared on their faces.

Li Yanran nodded and slowly recounted what she had learned from Chen Xin about Cheng Shuai. It turned out that Cheng Shuai really was a lawyer. Although he didn't look like much, he was a prominent figure in the legal circles.

Since Lü Pingchuan had warned them beforehand, the two of them didn't take their sister-in-law's slight to heart.

"Don't look so angry. If it were me who had fallen into your hands, the situation probably wouldn't be any better than this!" Lin Liang sneered.

"Why is the end of the Lost City so dark? Whether it's Ghostly Mountain, the Nether Hall, or the Hall of Life and Death, it's all pitch-black," Qiancang Qianxi said through gritted teeth.

Chen Feng shook his head. "I don't know!" He was puzzled inwardly; he hadn't expected Xiongba to be such a talkative person, engaging in small talk here instead of healing his unrecovered injuries.