Chapter 132: The Relic of the Moon Goddess and the Secret of Immortality

Although the chanting faltered for a moment, it immediately resumed.

Liu Xiyue’s cold expression remained unchanged, holding what looked like a disk of moonlight in her hands, echoing the illusory moon shadow in the lake from afar.

Seeing someone disrupt the sacrificial ritual, the nine Moon-Worshipping Sect protectors, dressed in brocade robes embroidered with moon and cloud patterns, moved in unison and chased after the paper moons rising from all directions.

Their movement techniques were as swift as shadows and ghosts, true essence surging as they vaulted into mid-air, treading the void as if mounting the clouds.

Not to mention heavy machine guns, even with a standard rifle at a distance of two hundred meters, a single bullet could cost him his life.

Under the leadership of Wei Yan, the Han race would, in the future, gently assimilate all alien tribes. The men of Han, following their Martial Marquis Wei Yan, would scatter the seeds of the Han people across the entire realm, fulfilling the grand dream of spreading the Han race throughout the world.

These had almost become routine questions fired by the paparazzi who surrounded Sid outside the set every day. Sid would usually brush them off with the excuse, "I've been busy lately and haven't had time to watch movies."

Wei Yan sat down, eating quietly and chewing his food thoroughly. After resting for a brief moment, he ordered people to summon Sima Hui, Hu Zhao, and others involved in "universal education" to the general's mansion to discuss state affairs.

A deep sound resonated from behind Dongfang Jingru. Before she could even react, a force struck her delicate shoulder, and her body abruptly soared into the air.

Lin Feng’s voice paused for a moment. He turned his head slightly, gazing affectionately at Wen Qing, who was blinking her beautiful eyes at him, while an unusual flush suddenly surged across his face.

The system prompt sounded in the venue, and the Blind Monk on the screen abandoned the jungle monsters and mechanically walked back toward his team's nexus.

Sun Yuanhua looked at the emperor with a mixture of confusion and shock. A railway? A road with iron laid on the ground? A railway running from Xishan to the capital?

After briefly explaining the purpose of Han Sui’s envoy, Zhao Hong stepped aside, allowing Yan Xing, who was following closely behind, to step forward.

Ma Chao rescued Pang De from under Huang Zhong's blade. Without hesitation, he unleashed his spear technique to launch a fierce assault on Huang Zhong, forcing him back. At this moment, Pang De, having somewhat recovered from his shock and seeing Ma Chao locked in a bitter struggle with Huang Zhong, let out a thunderous shout. Disregarding all rules of engagement, he also brandished his saber and charged at Huang Zhong. The three men and three horses engaged in a chaotic battle in a T-formation across the arena.

"Perhaps the actions of Fu State provoked the wrath of the heavens. In the very year hostilities ceased, a massive earthquake struck within the territory of the three nations. The earth shook and the mountains swayed, and the entire land of the three countries collapsed inward. All twenty million residents of the three nations perished instantly. When the relief troops from the Central State arrived, not a single survivor could be found."

After resting for about ten minutes, Ling Li endured the pain, slipped her shoes back on, walked to the grand hall to hand over her duties, and prepared to go get some dinner.

The affairs of the older generation were unclear to them, and they had no room to chime in. The two could only do what they were supposed to do: take Grandma and Grandpa to the teahouse where they had agreed to meet.

Once we have a stronghold within the Golden Domain, the warriors of the Tyrant Empire can secretly come here to cultivate.

The changes to the spaceship were not particularly obvious, but from their current position outside, they could still be seen quite clearly.

With his back turned to her, an invisible wall suddenly rose all around him, resolutely keeping a distance from her.

When Jin Duojin heard these words, he had yet to react when the chopsticks in Cui Jingniang's hand snapped with a "pop" and turned directly into powder. The doors and windows along the path she traversed were completely shattered.

"Guowei, let's just find somewhere casual to eat. I don't want to go back. You know my dad—he won't let me leave the table until I'm stuffed to the point of vomiting!" she said with lingering fear.

"I think you can tell that the person who killed those people must be a master; otherwise, it would be impossible to leave them in that state," Wang Yunlong continued.

"Then it looks like I'll have to step up. Actually, it's nothing much—just a bit tiring. Besides, we still have time for activities at night, don't we?" he said with a chuckle.

Under his X-ray vision, every detail from the surface to the core of this world-famous painting was clearly presented before his eyes, without a single omission.

My movement to draw the Tai'e Sword was a fraction of a second too slow, but that brief instant was enough for Long Xun's Chengying Sword to leave a deep wound on my right shoulder.

Although Wang Yangming used Tony as bait, he would never let Tony come to harm. The Green Goblin was not some all-powerful expert; his mobility relied primarily on a glider, and his movements would inevitably leave traces. He just needed to make sure Tony was safely hidden before the Green Goblin arrived.

Hearing that a large reinforcement had arrived, Ling Yang was overjoyed. He knew that Li Hongxiu's subordinates were all formidable, and several seemingly elderly people were actually outstanding figures among ability users, who had simply been lurking near Li Hongxiu's villa to secretly protect the safety of the Bandit Lord's widow.

"Why stand on ceremony with us? Tomorrow at the *Si* hour, I shall call upon your residence," Jiang Yanming immediately set the time. Young Master Zhang cupped his fists in agreement. The tavern keeper brought out the dishes, and Jiang Yanming, in no rush to leave, accompanied Young Master Zhang, tasting each dish and commenting on what was good and what was lacking, completely flattering Young Master Zhang into a state of feeling like they were old friends reunited.

Joker was also a bit confused. Should he shoot or not? After all, he touted himself as a villain—if he didn't shoot, wouldn't his previous persona be completely ruined? But if he did shoot, something felt a bit off. After all, he wasn't the real Joker.

Layer upon complex layer of divine seals were fused by him into the seed before his eyes. That was the supreme achievement of his lifelong Dao of Infinity, containing the laws of the Dao across countless worlds, melted together in a single furnace.

"We are a family; there is no question of who let down whom. As long as Tianqi wakes up safe and sound, I ask for nothing more. Even if he has a severe concussion, what does it matter? As long as he is by my side, I am fully content." Luo Shanshan tugged at the corners of her lips, a bitter smile blooming on her face.

Su Wuyang stared blankly at him. Xu Ling's words still echoed in his ears—he had never betrayed her; all these years they had been separated by misunderstandings.

With that, Ye Tian immediately picked up his water cup and took a large gulp, having talked until his throat was completely dry.

Back then, when he was on his way into exile passing through Qihe Commandery, even though Liu Jiang was not the Inspector, the local officials had still taken their cue from the Jiang family, countless times trying silently to drive him to his death.

The grenade exploded, and green smoke began to spread continuously. Huaha was driving a vehicle through the desert when he suddenly spotted a moving black dot in the distance, and hurriedly pulled the energy-gathering rifle from his back.

Though the belly of the Eight-Faced Snake was mutilated, its appetite was quite good. Before long, it had entirely devoured the "remnant soul of Xiangliu," which had already lost its nine heads.