Chapter 145: Supreme Heritage in the Mortal World

However, the upcoming meeting with his mother was the matter that Bu Fan truly cared about with all his heart, and thinking about it still made him somewhat flustered.

Before the breath he was holding in his chest could escape, She Shuixiu's hand pinched his ear.

Earlier, Chu Cheng and the others had calculated that the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month corresponded to August twenty-fifth.

She was not a serving official, so she did not need to consider public sentiment or popular will. She roughly understood what Lord An was busy with, and likewise did not want these ill-fated youngsters to continue wasting time.

Fighting him felt like fighting a shadow; he always evaded her brute force, using exquisite deflection to bridge the gap in physical strength between the two of them.

Ruan Qing felt that Ji Fan would not have come to Emerald God City for no reason; perhaps he had tracked down certain clues.

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Bai instantly lost control of himself, retreating slightly to put some distance between himself and the two large characters spelling "Dead End."

Ji Fan's internal energy erupted all at once, resembling layers upon layers of surging spiritual waves. Yet, these majestic waves carried no destructive power whatsoever; to Hua Feihua, it felt merely like being brushed across the face by gentle, ordinary wisps of rhythm.

Gazing at the hanging forbidden zone in the distant sky that looked like a gathering of dark clouds, Hua Feihua could not help feeling immense pressure, not to mention Abbess Miaoyu and Qiu Banwan.

Everyone then walked into the hall; their fear of Xiao Qian dissipated with this encounter.

Stumbling into the bathroom, I turned on the faucet and vomited all the alcohol I had just consumed. Then, I wildly splashed water onto my cheeks and hair, before collapsing onto the floor, no longer able to support myself. The intense pain caused me to curl up, unable to cry out and capable only of continuous groaning.

"If that's really the case, that would be best. When will you be able to come back, and how can we contact you?" Shen Naixi asked unhurriedly from the other end of the phone.

"Ye Wudao?" The young man frowned; clearly, this news was not good news to him.

In the evening, Zhao Hui, Liu Hong, Su Li, Yang Bo, and Shi Jianhua, several classmates, came out of the computer lab and went to the school cafeteria for dinner.

What was even more fatal was that he felt the Star Iron Sword emitting mournful cries, as if the sword body might collapse at any moment. The black pearls bounced off by the Star Iron Sword immediately fell to the ground and vanished, while the pearls pouring from the trench continued endlessly without exhaustion.

For this monumental task of creation, the very first person I sought out was Xuanming, because he was my friend. When I rushed to his Northern Shrine, the earth beneath my feet had transformed into a vast ocean. He governed the northern waters and was also the rain god of this world; whenever other regions suffered from drought, he would be invited to make it rain.

In truth, she had never been able to understand why Song Zhiyong had invited Corrine to this banquet; she had always believed that in this lifetime, the two of them could never possibly have any intersection.

Adu was cunning and suspicious. Although he had long since discovered that the Ming army numbered no more than five thousand at most, he was still unwilling to launch an active attack. His plan was that since the Ming army was small in number and fighting on foreign soil, the longer time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them. Realizing this, Adu grew calm and composed, simply ordering his large army to build camps against the mountains and hold their ground in place.

Disregarding Hao Yun's incessant chatter, Ling Feng walked slowly, enjoying the unique scenery of Moyun Su as he walked.

The Gu family had quite a few members, so Grandpa Gu wrapped three copper coins into the tangyuan, boiling them in hot water before wrapping them inside.

Gu Nian did not come out to play; she was still tinkering with things in her laboratory. As for watching lantern festivals, she did not think Kuncheng's lantern festival would be any better made than Qingzhou's.

A phantom image of a cyan bird suddenly emerged over Yu Feng's body, and the feathers on its back beat hard, instantly whipping up a strong gust of wind in the air.

Seeing Fang Xuan's gentle smile, Tang Shan and Hu Liena were slightly startled, shivering involuntarily. With looks of sheer terror and facing a formidable enemy, they stared at Fang Xuan with utmost vigilance.

If this fellow really did get in far ahead of us, it could only mean that his strength is formidable, and he is fully qualified to enter ahead of us.

Shan Changlin shuddered all over, knowing immediately that the person before him was not the "soft persimmon" he had imagined.

With one hand wiping away her tears and the other holding Gu Nian's, she walked over, spoke a few words to the patrollers, and explained to the surrounding crowd who had gathered out of fear that she might be bullied, saying that these were acquaintances fooling around and asking everyone to disperse.

Even millennia after his death, he still possessed the power to slay any cultivator below the Soul Formation stage, including himself, a genius of evil cultivation.

Xu Meng frowned. He merely felt that this move was somewhat sinister and did not look like the technique of a righteous sect. If Deng Yue had been present at this moment, he would undoubtedly have been able to discern some of its intricacies.

"Kindness treated like a donkey's liver and lungs! Still with this dead attitude!" Jiang Ruoyu said angrily, stepping hard on the accelerator and vanishing into the night.

Nowadays, across the entire Federation, whose child was promising enough to obtain a Sindorim green card would be envied and regarded as a role model.

However, Kabog had no desire to join in; instead, he stared fixedly at the vast, indescribable mirror before him, his expression filled with endless greed and longing.

Yuanzi guessed that the food must have been sent by Cookie's uncle. Whenever unfamiliar food appeared at home, it was generally sent by her uncle, and Yuanzi was long accustomed to this.

He clenched his teeth; as long as his son could improve a portion of his genes, raise his talent, and escape the destiny of an ordinary person, everything he did by violating his conscience would be worth it.

Maria stared at Wang Tian, knowing she had guessed correctly, which only strengthened her resolve. She absolutely must not let Wang Tian off easily and would definitely make him treat them to food.

"We are husband and wife, is there anything we cannot talk about?" Zhao Ping'an bit Mu Yuan's finger.

The only reason I am still willing to sit here for so long is entirely because I want to know the secret behind him; I need to know whether the other party is thirty-six point nine degrees.

According to the instructions from above, once the second layer is cultivated to perfection, one can conceal their figure in the pitch-black night and vanish completely without a trace.

As for which entity's characteristics these belonged to, that remained unknown. After all, among chaotic evil entities, at least one-tenth of them were its offspring and had also inherited its ability to breed and multiply.