Chapter 129: The Hunyuan Cauldron

Bang!

Just as Fang Xiao returned to the Lesser Jingshan Taoist Temple, he heard a muffled sound coming from the back courtyard.

Immediately following, a billows of black smoke rose rolling into the air!

"Brother Pang!"

Startled, Fang Xiao rushed over immediately.

When he reached the back courtyard, he saw Daoist Pang cursing and walking out of the artifact-refining room.

And right on the roof of the building, a large hole had been blown open!

Seeing that Daoist Pang was unhurt, Fang Xiao...

Having sold all the spirit beast corpses inside his spatial ring, Lin Yun did not linger long at the Giant Chamber of Commerce.

"Let's fall back and report the news to Boss Lan so he can make the decision." Unexpectedly, the one who spoke was the usually taciturn Meng Taioran.

Zu Dalei showed no hesitation, patting his chest to pledge his stance. Zu Dabi, who was following up with the assault, was much steadier, merely nodding silently without saying many words.

An obscure and extremely terrifying fluctuation suddenly emerged. A wisp of azure light, as thin as a silkworm thread, abruptly materialized from beneath the golden boar beast, piercing through its protective celestial light in a flash and sinking into its forehead.

The old stone turtle was vividly lifelike, as if it might come to life at any moment. If one's gaze lingered on the old stone turtle for too long, they would be seized by the illusion that the turtle was not made of stone, but was instead a divine turtle of flesh and blood.

Zhao Dong could not help feeling a bit puzzled. Hiring a priest shouldn't cost that much, right? Could this Lin Pingzhi be plotting something detrimental to him?

They shared a relationship that was both superior-subordinate and comrades-in-arms; having accompanied one another in the same unit for many years, neither of them treated the other as an outsider.

When it was time to eat, I called Jing Ke to the dining table. Since there was still a year left, sneaking around was never a solution; it was better to let him come into the light sooner.

Li Youcai wanted to see Hu Yi. Su Qing sought out the political commissar to explain the situation. Given that intelligence work was involved, everything else had to make way. The political commissar nodded without hesitation, suspending Hu Yi's prison sentence so he could return and finish serving it later. Thus, Hu Yi set off, and unexpectedly, Su Qing departed with him as well.

He already had some understanding of this sect. Although it was a vassal of the Xuantian Sect, it was a top-tier second-rate sect and a major power in its own right, producing numerous experts within its ranks. In particular, the Mind-Demon Heart Scripture they practiced was bizarre and unpredictable, making it virtually impossible to guard against.

Opening its wide maw—its upper lip touching the heavens and its lower lip brushing the earth—it swallowed Blood Thirty-Six in a single gulp, plunging him straight into its bodily origin space to be refined instantly to replenish its consumed energy.

Frigid frost echoed around Locke, his raven-black hair gradually turning snow-white, and his skin slowly losing its color, revealing a pale complexion.

"Therefore," Locke looked at the Demon King before him. He had once worked for the Burning Legion for a period of time; although he had cheated them, he indeed had some experience in cooperating with the Burning Legion.

Fortunately, Gong Lengyue was quite powerful in her own right and possessed a very unyielding personality. Even if he hadn't returned, this marriage could not have gone through, and with his arrival here, the engagement was guaranteed to be ruined.

With only the four of them providing backup and other experts rushing over—what a pity—upon witnessing the heaven-shaking spectacle and the flurry of imperial artifacts, they all trembled, able only to watch from afar.

At this moment, the void trembled. A figure appeared before the Water Qilin. Though no taller than two meters, it gave one a sense of standing tall between heaven and earth, filling the entire space. Standing right there, it gave the three powerhouses of the Mother Jellyfish Patriarch an unshakable and unassailable feeling.

Zhou Ao was dressed in white robes that fluttered without wind, stepping forward with gentle strides yet making not the slightest sound. An unfathomable light flickered in his eyes, yet even Ning Hai did not dare meet his gaze directly.

A burning heart of loyalty and patriotism was subjected to the most insidious, filthy, contemptuous, and shameless insult directly inflicted by the emperor.

"Do you think that after lighting the Heaven-Ascending Pillar four times, you could still survive if you refuse to take me as your master? Because of your existence, Ningzhou City is already turbulent; hundreds of factions have come to investigate, and even five Spiritual Saints have arrived."