Now on the field, damn it, it was almost over!
The most terrifying old woman had left with two fruits.
Only Jia Nan and Li Hongtian, two first-generation prodigies, remained!
Wang Ye admitted that these two were indeed outstanding. Even if he fought them one-on-one, he might not necessarily win.
But...
Who would duel with you when snatching treasures!
So Wang Ye, Mao Yong'an, Xiao Si, Xiao Wu, four people, rushed to the old tree instantly.
Vines surged out of the mud, and Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged as he stepped on the vines, rushing past at an even faster speed, landing next to the old tree.
Mao Yong'an was brought by origami cranes, extremely agile.
Xiao Si followed behind Wang Ye, hardly expending much effort.
As for Xiao Wu, like a bulldozer, countless vines exploded under his overbearing physique!
In just ten seconds, the battle that should have been between two great prodigies for the fruits, became Wang Ye leading people to surround and beat up others.
Seeing Wang Ye who had torn off the human skin mask, Li Hongtian was stunned.
Captain Wang?
Do you still recognize that I am your captain?
Wang Ye glanced at Li Hongtian lightly and praised: Peerless heart, peerless path, suppressing for thousands of years! I really don't know when such a great talent appeared in my team!
Or should I let you be the captain?
As Wang Ye's voice fell, Xiao Si inconspicuously stood behind Li Hongtian.
Li Hongtian pushed his glasses, bowed his head slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking behind the lenses.
After a while.
Captain, compared to this fruit, I'd rather join your team and beat up that bald donkey.
After all, I don't really need this thing.
Li Hongtian said with a faint smile.
Very straightforward, if you can't beat them, join them.
Rather than being beaten by a group of people and doubting life, affecting the peerless heart, it’s better to blend in.
Hearing Li Hongtian's words, Jia Nan's face changed wildly.
He had originally thought that even if the auras of these four people were not weak, he and Li Hongtian could still compete together!
But now, it was one against five.
Amitabha, donor, this poor monk is willing to give up the fruit and leave now!
After saying that, Jia Nan turned around to leave.
But Xiao Wu had a fierce smile on his face as he blocked his way.
Does the donor have to form this catastrophic karma with my Buddhist kingdom?
Jia Nan's face became very ugly, staring at Wang Ye and enunciating word for word.
I have been entangled in karma with the Buddhist kingdom for a long time.
Besides, didn't you say this fruit was destined for your Buddhist kingdom?
If I make you reluctantly give it up because of me, how embarrassing would that be!
So I have to at least try to snatch it to avoid leaving regrets!
Looking at Jia Nan, Wang Ye said indifferently, then no longer gave him a chance to speak. Holding an inverted wooden chair in his hand, he smashed it at his bald head.
How rude!
Jia Nan shouted angrily. Then behind him, the phantom of the giant Buddha reappeared, even more concrete than before. One could vaguely even see a trace of the Buddha's face, but not very clearly.
The giant Buddha stretched out a finger and poked at Wang Ye.
It emitted a strong energy fluctuation.
Humph!
Wang Ye let out a cold snort. Golden light of the Buddhist clan also emanated from his body surface.
He could also do this thing, the Thunder Sound Fruit was not eaten for nothing!
With a roar, a phantom also appeared behind Wang Ye.
The phantom had no facial features, its body was shrouded in black energy, very thin, emitting a gloomy aura!
This was what Wang Ye had figured out for himself based on the Buddhist and Taoist skills after his trip to the library.
He had been hiding it without using it!
He didn't even know what that phantom was.
Today, taking this opportunity, he also wanted to cross hands with this prodigy of the Buddhist clan to test his current level. After all, it was no longer that accurate to keep comparing with Yang Cheng.
The black shadow behind Wang Ye also stretched out a finger and collided with the giant Buddha!
With a violent collision of energy, the giant Buddha and the black shadow dissipated completely, and Wang Ye and Jia Nan had already collided with each other.
With equally condensed physiques, the battle between Wang Ye and Jia Nan was full of bloodiness, punch after punch of flesh.
Neither of them retreated even a step!
Seeing this scene, Li Hongtian was filled with surprise.
Wang Ye didn't seem so strong last time they met, he could only be considered a master!
Has he grown to this level in just over a month?
His expression became solemn. He was suddenly somewhat grateful that he was on the same side as Wang Ye.
Otherwise...
Such physically overbearing people with decent mental defenses were the most tricky to deal with!
Just like the undying Xiao Qiang, give me a breath, and in a few minutes, he would be a good guy again!
After five minutes, Jia Nan's monk robes were now shattered, stained with bloodstains.
Wang Ye's clothes had also become rags, but the two were more and more excited as they fought, roaring again and again!
Finally, their fists collided with each other, and each took a step back!
This round of melee, the two were evenly matched!
Amitabha, donor, come again!
Jia Nan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth!
Wang Ye's expression was a bit strange: I just wanted to use you to practice and see the changes in my recent strength.
I don't walk the invincible path either, nor have I ever thought about suppressing the times!
That's enough, kill him!
After speaking, under Jia Nan's incredulous gaze, Xiao Wu rushed over with a fierce smile and punched Jia Nan.
Li Hongtian followed closely behind, and his fingers gently tapped Jia Nan's waist, causing large areas of his skin to rot.
Mao Yong'an sneaked around at the back, constantly taking out talismans, mumbling something, causing Jia Nan's actions to suddenly become slow, and he often made bizarre moves, causing Xiao Wu's fists to keep falling on him.
For a while, Jia Nan could only helplessly roar again and again, unable to fight back.
Xiao Wu's fists were even harder than Wang Ye's!
Being hit felt very painful, even he couldn't stand it anymore.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Wang Ye walked to the only remaining fruit and gently plucked it off.
The thorns came to assault but were blocked by Xiao Si.
This trip to the ancient realm was finally perfect.
It’s you who forced me!
Finally, the severely injured Jia Nan let out an angry roar!
Then he took out a transparent rosary bead and suddenly crushed it!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
