The 154th Route Is Hard to Travel

The mountains of the Crimson Lotus Sea twist and turn endlessly. The closer one gets to the peaks, the denser the mist becomes, until visibility is reduced to absolute zero.

However, for martial artists, vision is hardly an issue. They swiftly weave through the mountain trails, and in no time at all, they reach the mid-level slopes.

By this time, Mu Sheng has already recovered from the majority of his injuries. With the Precious Fang Heavenly Halberd strapped across his back, he strides forward with effortless speed, quickly arriving at the summit of the Crimson Lotus Sea.

A cave is located right here.

"Master Mu, please go ahead," Bai Zongnan gestured.

Meanwhile, locked in brutal hand-to-hand combat, Bai Ni strikes Ye Xing with a punch, yet Ye Xing remains almost completely unfazed. In contrast, whenever Ye Xing lands a blow on Bai Ni, the latter invariably winces in pain.

"What? The human army camp was burned down? All the human soldiers were burned to death?" General Kaka asked in sheer disbelief.

"Clang!" Facing the incoming broadsword, Ye Xing throws a punch, yet he is forcefully knocked backward, a trace of blood even welling up on his fist.

"This is simply..." Liang Mi shudders. "Could we have run into something supernatural?" Having been through so much, Liang Mi's imagination is growing increasingly colorful.

"Forget it, you just stay right here, I'll go!" Originally planning to head straight home, I abandon my initial intention and eagerly take the trouble upon myself.

"I want to build a larger oven, and then bake more biscuits to sell at our shop," Zhao Yuan said with a wry smile.

"If it's ghosts we are meeting, what is the meaning of this outfit of yours?" Ying Beichen chuckled teasingly. No matter how one looks at it, the way they are dressed makes them look precisely like phantoms.

Zhang Ruofeng does not know how to comfort him. He can only silently change into his jersey and accompany him to the adjacent physical testing center.

At this moment, Fanchen has already advanced the Body Tempering Art to the eighty-ninth level, which is equivalent to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Upon hearing this, Yin Tianyang and the masters of various peaks all wear expressions of grief and indignation. Just as they are about to speak, they are glared back into silence by Yun Qingfeng.

After strolling through the skies with Jiang Chen for a while, Lina and Kelly are already chatting animatedly with him. They are extremely talkative and seem to know everything about everything.

Yun Dan simply sits down at this point. Since Feng Qing has intentions of snatching this elite monster, he won't care how many factions are embroiled in the melee. They only need to sit back in the end and reap the profits as the third party.

"You can rest assured about that; we will certainly take the safety of the witness into consideration!" Liu Wangli nodded.

This creature looks rather unlike ordinary lizard-dragons, possessing noticeably thicker bones, yet its stiff face is an exact replica of that obnoxious Mark from the Dragon Hunters' Guild. With dual short swords in hand, Lucy pays it no mind whatsoever.

Once we win this match, Valen and I will track down that mysterious figure, make him reveal the secret to growing stronger, and then go eliminate that detestable man in the black robe.

Feng Mengjie stands at the hospital entrance with a heart full of anxiety. She does not know if Chuyang will come to pick her up as usual, nor does she know if she will be able to stop herself from questioning him about yesterday's events. Therefore, all through this morning, Feng Mengjie hasn't even eaten breakfast, spending the entire time in a state of nervous agitation.

On the eve of the year 115, Labusis entered the Fairy Forest to carry out this terrifying mission, and unexpectedly crossed paths with me.

Across this vast expanse of land, white blood flows like rivers, and the corpses of alien creatures are piled as high as mountains. Gui Wuchang and the others are currently trampling right over the remains of these extraterrestrial beasts.

Her lower body features long, slender legs that are faintly discernible. With the living room lights shining over, she is surrounded by a halo, her skin fair and translucent, looking exceptionally picturesque.

Asura, the primal founder of the Asura path, who has slain countless dragons in his lifetime, possesses a might and ferocity second to none.

Since we cannot love each other properly, let's hurt each other instead! Yang Yi hastily calls out four twos, attempting to settle the score with the old hag in one go. Just as he plays his four twos and charges toward the old hag with his short sword drawn, a sudden, malice-filled wolf howl pierces the air.