128 One Step to Slay the Immortal 7

Once a person dies, the power of resistance hidden deep within their bloodline departs, traversing the void once more to merge, in a bizarre fashion, into the body of the next newborn infant.

"Although it is fated that you should be in such a plight, it is also fated that we would meet. Perhaps, in some unseen arrangement, you save me, and I repay you." Her light and airy demeanor made one’s heart flutter. As her arm, which lay between them, exuded a faint, ethereal scent of lotus, Zhu Sheng’s gaze dimmed, and he lowered his head gently.

Kakashi pulled out all the steel wires, threaded them through the holes in the kunai handles, and tied both ends of the wires to shuriken.

Some high-ranking families fell from the clouds, their assets largely confiscated, leaving them to languish as ordinary ninja clans. Conversely, some ordinary ninja families rose to become members of the elite.

The snow seemed to fall more heavily, and petals of white feathers drifted down in a flurry, the blooming beauty blurring his vision and obscuring the yearning and reluctance in his eyes.

But when he absorbs pheromones, his tongue splits down the center, turning a blood-red color, much like the tongue of a true python.

Hoshino Ice opened her eyes to see Hinata looking at her with concern. She was covered in a layer of white snow. Hoshino Ice drew a circle in the void with her hand, and suddenly, the blizzard seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, even the wind brought to a standstill.

Chiduo the Admiral’s habit of oversleeping was something Chiyou could understand. As the night watchman, she had observed the Admiral binge-watching imperial palace dramas until 3:00 AM the night before; it would have been a miracle if she had woken up early.

There is a saying: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." At this moment, Xian Cun felt helpless primarily because he knew nothing about this suddenly appearing black zone and the black mist. If he could break through the barrier of this black mist, things would be much easier.

The advantage of the Corpse-Controlling Worm over the bell in the hands of the Heaven-Thief lay in the fact that, with a single thought from Gu Feng, the worm could independently command the immortal corpse to attack.

Rao Wanjun smiled, though the image of Lin Ye involuntarily surfaced in her mind. She still could not fathom who Lin Ye really was, why he had come here, or why he had produced the Dragon-Slaying Saber, the supreme weapon of the martial arts world.

"Director Huo, what made you think of me? For a film under the China Film Group banner, the male lead shouldn't be hard to find, right?" Zhou Bai asked, puzzled after finishing the script.

The moment he landed, a series of "cracking" sounds seemed to emanate from the bones within his body.

For this year’s Berlin Film Festival, many European media outlets felt both disappointed and helpless. Quality must always be the standard for cinema; if one’s own side fails to deliver, one cannot blame others. Even Zhang Yimou has turned to commercial films; resisting Hollywood can only be a dream.

The slaughter of the Tulu tribe was no longer in doubt. This charge alone wiped out over a million Tulu, and in less than a single day, it caused the very heavens of the demon world to change color.

The difference in their behavior before and after the cameras were rolling proved only one thing: everything just now was merely an act. Their so-called romance was just for publicity and was not real at all.

"Brother Bo, don't tell me you're still thinking about going on the show with me?" Zhou Bai rolled his eyes; Huang Bo was becoming increasingly roguish.

But accompanied by the sound of Buddhist chants, a faint golden light shimmered in Huijue’s eyes, and then his gaze fell upon the white-clad ghostly shadow.

Si Si’s eyes lit up, while Xia Mo wanted to bang her head against a wall. If they truly moved into the city, with the city gates locked, leaving would be even harder. Truly, impulse is the devil.

"Fine! Then we shall give it a try!" Liu Hui said firmly. At this moment, regardless of whether there was any certainty of success, one had to agree first.

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang Bing’s face turned crimson again. It seemed she had already guessed what I was about to do.

Watching the terrifying demonic energy in the void, a glint of light flickered in the eyes of the man in black. That gaze seemed to pierce through all illusions; before him appeared a world-ending beast that stood between heaven and earth.

Although they thought this in their hearts, they did not express it in the slightest, nor did they dare to speak it aloud.

And so, accompanied by the gossip Ninth Master and I had been discussing, as well as the trivial matters of the past few days, we dashed out of China's borders.

In an instant, Zhang Ziling was submerged in a pile of attacks, as one cultivator of the Three-Inch Sect after another bombarded him.

Lu Badao, the Carefree Old Man, along with Daoist Wuchenzi and Zheng Qiuyue—who also should not have appeared in the Immortal Realm—were among these cultivators.

"If they dare to do so, we will surely exhaust the power of the Six Great Sects to protect your safety," Master Wuchen said.

"Instead of what? I know there must be other reasons. Sister Miaoling, just tell me." I asked urgently, grabbing Sister Miaoling by the shoulders and looking directly at her.

Mu Ximei turned her head away, sulking and refusing to look at the Thirteenth Prince, yet deep down she understood a little. Having lived in the twenty-first century for so long, how could she not have sensed the meaning behind the Ninth Prince's words? She could only deceive herself, hoping she had misinterpreted him.

Shaman suddenly went mad, trying to break free from Danny’s grip, but her body, tortured for four hundred years, was too weak to struggle. After a few futile attempts, she was subdued by Danny.

Fan Mang did not give him a pleasant look; he rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Useless thing." Then, turning his gaze to Yang Lefan, he tossed five stacks of cash toward him. Yang Lefan caught them with flair, weighed them, and felt the amount was sufficient.

"Tell me, what has happened again to make you sigh like this?" Looking at the guilt in Mu Ximei’s eyes, the Ninth Prince felt a pang of pain. Was she saying that she knew all along how he felt about her?

"I have three main points to ask. First, why did you open the car doors voluntarily when the bandits arrived?" Li Daniu asked.