84: Chapter 84 requires ten million points to redeem? Is there a chance in three days?

That strand of demonic energy struck the chest of the sheep-headed, human-bodied Dharma Manifestation directly, and it was instantly sent flying.

Not only had they collectively risen from the dead, but they were also holding the previous offerings of incense and candles, all of which they placed behind Yu'er.

Seeing that Yin Junfeng couldn't figure it out for the moment, he stopped pursuing the question. He glanced at Liu Yun, his brows furrowing deeply, with a hint of hidden anger. Immediately after, his gaze fell upon Han Xining, and he nodded slightly, as if he had suddenly thought of a good idea, appearing somewhat pleased.

After Celestial Master Zhang and I walked over, everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this outfit?" Lu You said with a smile, subconsciously wanting to take a sip of tea, only to realize then that he had already put the tea mug away.

From that chaotic river, these people felt fear, as if a chaotic beast that had transcended the Saint realm might appear at any moment.

Diaochan's tomb was not large, about the same size as the previous bamboo house. Inside the tomb lay a small stone coffin. Lu You took one look and breathed a sigh of relief.

The waiter then came back to his senses and nodded again. A moment later, six wine glasses were placed on the table.

However, Xiao Wanghuai kept staring at him, and with nowhere to hide, he finally had to lead Xiao Wanghuai to the side.

"I have nothing to say to you all." Regarding Xiao Wanghuai's words, he refused directly without even thinking about it.

"Don't you like it when I'm like this?" The warm breath felt like waves of heat against her ear.

He Wan knew Qiu Kaixin's personality very well, and hearing him say that, she didn't find it that strange at all.

Once the Blood Sacrifice was unleashed, his physical strength increased exponentially, rivaling that of a Prince. With a surge of force from his shoulders, he forcibly knocked away the Eight Directions Four Symbols Cauldron, which had been imbued with a hundred tons of force, and took a few steps forward.

Above the clouds, the Water God's face was livid. With the Fire God dead, he feared that the South Sea would fall out of the ranks of fifth-grade powers; relying on him alone, the Water God, it would be difficult to sustain the South Sea's position among the fifth-grade powers.

Auntie Zhang is a mentally disabled patient, and she is also somewhat deaf and mute; she cannot even speak, making communication with her even more problematic.

When Xu Dongsheng said this, his tone was full of pride. Jiang Che could clearly feel his happiness.

Originally thinking that the person coming was either her mother or her godmother, Liu Ci was stunned when she saw that the person who entered was Cang Changfeng.

He Wan clearly heard the sound of the door being locked from the inside; it seemed he was truly afraid of her running away.

Most of the cell was deep underground, with only a shaft of sunlight pouring in. In the gloomy and cold darkness, only the faint oil lamp on the table offered a trace of warmth.

Eight such peculiar people were sitting on eight peach trees as thick as bowls, almost breaking the trees. They no longer had a shred of reason; when they saw Wang Yang and the others, it was as if they hadn't seen them at all, only glancing with terrified eyes, constantly keeping an eye on the peach blossom miasma beside them.

"How about this, you get some raw stones to sell…" An idea suddenly appeared in Zhen Niang's mind, and she said.

Sure enough, it was the Ge family's raw silk shop that was on fire, but why did it suddenly catch fire in broad daylight?

Qingdai looked at Yueya; the girl with the crescent-moon eyes had grown up, and the simple, honest feeling she had when she first entered the manor could no longer be found.

However, Wang Yang had overthought it. When the dishes were served one after another, seeing the delicious food that looked, smelled, and tasted perfect, everyone immediately threw the incident that had just happened to the back of their minds, each of them acting as if they were going into battle, their chopsticks constantly moving between the various dishes.

Regardless of cultivation level or the grade of magical artifacts, Wang Yang was not someone Zhao Meiyi could compare to; his strike directly severed one of the snow monster's legs.

Finally, Zhen Niang agreed to go pay her respects to the Seventh Grandmother tomorrow, and Madam Sun left happily with Sister-in-law Sun.

It was unknown how many times stronger it was than the chaotic, unorganized joint attack of those fifteen cultivators from the Cao family against the demon beast.

The distant temple was shrouded in dark clouds; despite the good weather, it still gave people an ominous feeling.

The man on the side also fell silent; even he had never heard of a general with such distinguished military service, a heroine, ultimately dying under such unjust circumstances.

He stumbled toward the nearest person, emitting an extremely strange, distorted roar.

Lu Ling's face grew darker and darker, and the anger in his heart grew greater and greater; you really are pushing your luck.

It's easy; as long as you can step on an industry bigwig and defeat them in one fell swoop, your reputation will immediately spread. But this is also the hardest part, because wanting to defeat an industry bigwig is not easy; you need sufficient strength and luck.

"Boom!" Ling Quan fell to the ground at extreme speed, looking as pathetic as a dead dog. He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and stared fixedly at Xiao Yan; he didn't understand why Xiao Yan, who was only a Da Dou Shi a year ago, had become so strong.

However, he didn't take it too seriously. After all, Su Yuechen wasn't very old, and even if she was called powerful, he estimated it was compared to her peers; having the level of a four or five-ring mage would be enough to be called a genius.

She was purely lying through her teeth. Ever since becoming a martial artist, even in the hot summer, Xu Xianxian wouldn't sweat because her internal energy would automatically regulate her body.

Everyone held their breath under this burst of dazzling light, staring at the light gate. This phenomenon meant that another bigwig had broken through the ninth-level space.

It was fortunate that Lin Junhao and Madam Lin reacted in time, immediately creating the appearance that Lin Baishu was seriously ill while secretly searching for her. If they found her, Lin Baishu would be sent to the palace according to the plan; if not, they would have no choice but to arrange for Lin Baishu's "death."

Upon hearing this, An Yizhi hurriedly dispelled the effects of his Disguise Spell and Silence Spell, used the Map of Mountains and Rivers to create a crack in the corner of the wall, turned into a ball of mist, and slipped inside to hide.

At that time, she only had the cultivation of the Transformation into Divinity stage, and the Origin Magnetic Storm she imitated was just an empty shell. Now that she was a Great Perfection of the Mahayana stage cultivator, if she imitated the Origin Magnetic Storm again, could she achieve both form and spirit? Even if she couldn't reach its full power, it would be good if she could imitate even a sliver of the Origin Magnetic Storm's might.